Lyrics:
them golds in his mouth
For them times when he couldn't afford no dentist
Aye, aye, aye, we poor pimping
Aye, aye, aye, I need four Benz's
I ball in
leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
But then they have to die
Trapped within the circle time parade of changes
Moments
That's the sound of my heart when I'm headed for you
And I know I'm gonna be on time
And I feel you'll be by my side
Cause it's been such a long, long
It's Joel M
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Young boy
From the South of the Thames
When I thought I was
Brown and peng, Leng
Tryna chirps up all
Baby, Don't You Break My Heart Slow
words by Vonda Shepard
music by Vonda Shepard James Newton Howard
I like the way you wanted me
Every night
the U.S., yes the best in country no CMA
Then travel overseas if they complain about me
I'll probably travel by boat nothings plane about me
I'm not a Crip
day with ya?
You never see me again?
Yeah yeah I know
You never know
Maybe you'll be okay...
Yeah?
It will be my last day...
Day by day with you
Bye
Whatever's going on in my mind
I've said it through the mic
Them people asking me how I'm Doin
I say that I'm fine
Maybe I'm lyin
Maybe I'm lyin
When
what's in store for me, hey
Look, look
Two whole years, two whole years
Since I last cried around cheer, it's been like two whole years
Having good times
Oh whoa
Maybe then we'll be alright
Really wish we could've got this right
Too many memories to say goodbye
Take my hand just one last time
Watch our
house like Nemo crib
She can't trap me I squeeze it on her lip don't need more kids
Get a hoe canceled cut the bitch off I'm Nino's kid
If you ain't brown
And Brown vs. Board of Education
And I thought we was in a better place by then
One desk to the next, all changes skin
That never stopped me from making
She don't really wanna see me admit it
Got all the facts maybe give her a minute
Give her space on your face is a dry tear
Wallow in your dry fear
unknown
Blessed by the Backwood like Holy the ghost (holy the ghost)
Twisting up green like the lawn at my home
Left my heart in the Fairfield city
last thing
Micheal Jackson
Want your spirit all around me
So shawty gon like how I dance
Maybe I can try it
Shawty you gon like it
Really care about me
last breathe
All these Skelton's locked in my den
See i ask the lord i ask the lord
Please forgive me for all of my sins
I think the devil don't want
back make ya way to the throne
Loyalty over royalty getting rarer by the second
Time is ticking down better hold on to the essence
Pull up hop out nigga
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in black
Right there
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
tried to trek the rain on
So take time 'cause it won't look the same long
Out where the grass turns brown
Holding something greener (greener)
Let life go,
me, tryna leave out her body
Last time I was in her county, let off thirty just like young Curry (splash)
Then I skied off to the Knox, I was slamming
where ever daddy go… you’re always right by my side... I appreciate our time…
the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way?
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers
Time, I've been passing time
Watching trains go by.
All of my life,
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly.
Wishing there would be
Someone
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