Lyrics:
grand
We'll sign you up for the Americano credit card plan
Oh no
Uh oh
How come I just don't know
How the whole world works I thought that also
The world
Yeah step by step, nah mean
Everything's a process though, nah mean
Gotta throw that shit up, nah mean
Like you already know, yo Tokyo Cigar, nah
the truth
Men p3 S3 me y3
S3 I don't wan
No friend
I'm just tryna
Stay strong
Make you no
Bring me love
And I don't wanna die young
I just wanna live
On my
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got these
feel like I was born yesterday, man
Today's bleak. Still, I'm waiting
To see what my people will succeed in
Men hurt women, women hurt men: everybody
Is there a way to turn back time
Is there a way to see the signs
If yesterday was our last could we enjoy it together under this September sky
Do you
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So he pronounced that he would bounce
Go back to hell as his house
Co-sign his work to these thieves like
It was just an ounce
We know not what what
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
they don't understand me or the reason I play.
But will things change if we sign our lives away?
I'll never have to work a day in your GAP society
twenties, tryna figure out my story, tryna Live up to some glory, now I regret
This in my forties
Livin' by myself, paranoid as hell, do, yesterday's
as fellow men. cnd surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once
it twice getting by will not suffice
Hard work and sacrifice what if and regrets they can turn a heart to ice
That's the shit really separates the men
of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery
of shitty news
I've had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin' up)
Ooh
I just take it
live
Five thousand niggas gotta die, everybody better ride
[Jadakiss]
Y'all niggas better find out who's your man
It don't work in the hood, you
up
With a feel good vibe, made to lift you up
Yesterday it seemed as though, that ya sun wouldn't shine
Cloudy by design, like the world unkind
Got ya
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[Chidi]
All day all night
All day all night
Sinner man go work o
Sinner man go chop o
247 all night
[Yxngdrey]
Thats why me no send
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
of them
She had a habit of being kind
To the uglier ones the so-called
Handsome men revolted her- "No
Guts" she said, "no zap
They are riding on
Their
acting stupid
I got bags under my eyes, dollar signs in my pupils yeah
I don't get the best sleep
So much shit that stress me
Lately I've been kept up
By
no need to apologize
This ain't the destination it's all about the ride
You only get one chance so go and live your life
Time keep passing us by
Why I
used to sing all the time
Penny whistle, a banjo, a guitar, a drum
Proud songs that made tall men
I remember it all as if it were yesterday
"Yes," I
It's His reality that welcomes us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.
No other way.
There is no other way.
Entertaining angels
By the light
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