Lyrics:
the dream's fall
He don't have shit
He's learned to live with it
The drum's in debt
You owe me, don't forget
That twenty bucks
Interest and moral
hurtin'
Every coffee shop and every bar
Near and far as the eye can see
Just see if I hit twenty three
All crying over spilled milk
Well I come from
yuh
20 Missed calls on your phone yuh
20 Missed calls by my phone yuh
20 Missed calls by the hotel
Why we talking trough a phone not seeing each other
But even if they could
Today twenty-two will die from suicide
Just like yesterday, they're gone
I live my life for each tomorrow
So their memories
Clearport jet shit, big dog status, yeah
Twenty rings, twenty chains, big dog status, yeah (it's Philthy, nigga)
Big dog status, yeah, big dog status, yeah
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
just
Live and direct from inside
Of your bitch body, and
(Gangsta)
Hi there, ho what do you know? I'm ridin'
In the same streets my pops
Died in I got
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
seventeen wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out
It's bottles and bibs
Rattles and cribs
3 AM's again and again
Comfort the cry
Man it's flying by
Swings and slides
And tricycle rides
No no no no no no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The loser hides behind
A mask of my disguise
And who I am today
Is worse than other times
You
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
in d shit, play with their bodies in the name of jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit
there'll be hell to pay
I'll tear down the city stone by stone
You only have three days
Send home the rebels, call off the fight
In no uncertain terms
[Chorus]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know I am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when I'm bossy
Touch me
attached to
[Chorus]
Jump a little higher
Live by fire die by fire
I am the dog in the manger
Or a dodgy brown packet with suspicious-looking wires
being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under
in d shit, play with their bodies in the name of jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit
where two or three come together in My name,
There I am with them.
Matthew 18:19, 20
If two of you agree,
If two of you agree about anything you ask
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
I'm thirty-three for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see
rappers, twenty-three skidoo
Excuse you, any room in the class front?
For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month
Doom a human in the mask I'm
Simple as my mama said, when I was very young
She told me not to worry, son
One day, you'll be someone
But here I am at twenty-one
As loaded
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
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