Lyrics:
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete?
Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual,
well for myself
Couple trophies on the shelf
So what else could I want that I don't have yet?
Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet
So I can
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
The words so strong
At least at the beginning
Who would've thought
There'd ever be an ending
We had it all
But it's like we've run into a wall
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
sister
I could be someone you could talk to, each and every day
But you were 'bout to marry, be on your merry way
I'm singing through the pain like I was
was the one,
And nothing could change that but you were wrong
It's funny how life turns on a dime now we don't even talk
I just stare at these walls
called her sister
I could be someone you could talk to, each and every day
But you were 'bout to marry, be on your merry way
I'm singing through
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
It sure is quiet here
These walls ain't talked in years
The silence in this room
Between me and you
Is louder than it should be
We could talk this
turquoise, purple
When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk
I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal
Poppa was a rolling stone, worthless
Momma said I
cream,
If these walls could talk they would say this is one hell of a scene.
Now you movin' ya body jus like a gymnast,
From the bed to the dresser, all
sellin' dope
I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
it
Buy a home that's right by the water, it's very scenic
You should see the walls in my room
Got a lil' older, I got dimes in my room
Drinking all
scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't
Yachty talk over a beat or try and understand rapper mumble
Also upon listening to this album
You may develop the symptoms of fever from fire bars getting
I heard you talk last night
Couldn't even speak a word
(???) got me by the tongue
It's nothing you havent heard
In between what's true
getting too hard to take
Step by step, or day by day
Maybe we could sit and talk it out
Suck it up, shut our mouths
But conversations with the wall
Would be
it stops
Mindful of the building walls by the boulders and rocks
Aftershocks
2017, 2022, next hit could slow the earth's spin and break a levee too
Got
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
creatives tore
Starlet light dimmed by the way that all belong
I believe that these walls can talk
Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks
Now you can
though, I'm lost without myself
I don't know what you've been through, but I promise we can talk about it, listen too
I've been through more shit than I'd
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