Lyrics:
the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N.W.A,
thinks about the church
Suddenly the money in the house
Don't mean nothing
All she needs is love
Put a little love
In my world
Put a little love
Get to thinking you're irreplaceable (irreplaceable)
So since I'm not your everything (irreplaceable)
How about I'll be nothing, nothing at all
I've been brought up
By street cats who didn't get caught up
Like that New Jack Nino Brown at da Carter
I'm da new Tony Montana, only I'm just a
Little
Why thank you
(Pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(Oh
By riddling our streets with bullet shells and narcotics
Most people think that shit cool, think again
Why you think they call it the trap playboy?
I say Blue - you say what
Blue - what - Blue - what
If you think I got it all,
By the way that I'm living,
Fast money on a roll,
Then I think
This is a modern world
This is the modern world
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
You think I know nothing of the modern world?
All my life has
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
up in them 'Raris by the twos just like they chopsticks
It ain't about the sprint lil nigga, it's about the marathon
One time for my city bitch, they
Corn
Who I mentioned earlier, the group
And it's called "Looking For A Friend"
And I think that's about it for this one
the life I live
So if you see me and think I'm wrong
Don't worry 'bout me just let me go
My sweet life ain't nothing but a thrill
I life the life I
nothing about it I can do
Something is happening to me
And I only hope the same thing is happening to you
What begins, these happy notions
You do
I couldn't wait to turn sixteen
And drive all the boys around
Foot on the gas and hands on the wheel
Was all I could think about
A little rust
about was
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days, yeah
Well there's a girl that lives
sometimes at night when my eyes are shut
Wish I could say it don't get to me but it does
And I know I probably think about you way too much
But that's
to do but doze), Yeah
(Whenever I get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink),
{Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think},
Yes, life
to do but doze), Yeah
(Whenever I get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink),
{Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think},
Yes, life
lights are on
He just wanders around, unaffected by,
The winter winds here, and he'll pretend that
He's somewhere else, so far and clear,
About two
don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus walks with me)
I want to talk to God, but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
was away this weekend
Wanna meet at my place
Heard that we both got nothing to do
When I lay in bed I touch myself and think of you
Last night
Some say, death is the easy way
And I think they're right
'Cause nights tick, by like a long week
Except when you stop by
And I know that
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