Lyrics:
spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though
things get kind of slow
He might think that I've forgotten him,
Don't tell him it
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
A day never goes by without Me
Thinking of you thinking of You
You know you got me second Guessing
Back and forth I just Be pacing yes it's true oh yes
Strengthened by your faith
And if they beat you down
Keep coming back again
Keep coming back again
'Cause the vanguards waiting friend
Listen
Uh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who
keeps passing by
Live without regrets and learn from times you've cried
Don't wish you could go back in time
The past is full of memories that you
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
yo, plain and simple
The man's back, but now he's uptempo
[ L.V. ]
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothin but bad things about him
back against the wall like a cage dog
cll bark and no bite like an H-long
People there, people there, people there
Got your H-dog, laid down memory lane
Where your pictures used to hang
Cast a brutal constellation on the walls
And it’s so quiet in here
I haven’t heard this in years
It’s a blank(er) kind
Another wasted day
But thats the usual fare here, that's the usual fare in this relic of a city
Of a bygone era
Yes that's the usual state of things
In
of the trauma in my body
I been harboring
Too heavy for the plane (Heavy for the plane)
This heavy duffle bag
I laid it down
Zipped it open to take a good look
near the kind of truth that grew to find a clue
I'm doing me it's kind of cool and through this beat I'm grinding new
Dude now I'm a supervisor doing
Candy was the kind of girl you'd search for all your life
But when I found her, she was all alone
She was awful pretty, and her hair shone like
like Mr. T is your back But he's
not So
don't act cute 'Cause if we do, you in high pursuit It's my thing
As the song
goes on, you will notice
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re
torn apart
By things that were
Done in the dark
Or in the light its all the same
Body or mind or in the soul
There's always pain
There's the kind that's
laid back like homestyle
I miss that homestyle scene, just you and me
Feet on the Broyhill, Cav's on the TV
Hearing them pans jingling inside
Man like me is short & sweet
Wanna sink my feet in the sand on a beach
Wanna sink my teeth into all kinds of beef like burger
Mans wanna try it you
the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but gettin' time for a roach
A little indo, that's when yo, I said
"I'm messin' with these
it was
How it use to be
When everything
Was rated g
I was in my class
Learning c to Z
Ya I got no doubt
It was easy
Got my mind laid back
cn I
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
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