Lyrics:
didn't came from a long path
Only God knows how long left the Dogg has
'Cause like time we all pass
So if you ever taste success, just pray it's from
Talkin' that junk, you get buried
You don't wanna end up in the cemetery
Me and Timbaland got tracks
That will kill you in the other hand I got
Gats that
Don't make me wait too long.
I've been holding on.
Baby, can't you see, I only want you to marry me.
Yeah!
Baby, you always take me by surprise,
Party in the hills
Invite only baby
I can get you in
Maybe (maybe)
You're mine tonight
Text me when you're outside
If the vibes are right
I might let
it out
Look how we go step by step
Look how we go track by track
Look how we go step by step
Look how we go track by track
Yeah, you know, it's been
You take my love for granted
I just don't understand it
Years go by too fast
I can't keep track
How long did we last?
I feel bad for asking
It
Of a house where you were standing
Maybe just an hour before
And still the thread continues to unwind
You take the hidden roads that only you can find
here before,
I know where the traps lie.
You only take what's there 'cause the rest doesn't matter.
Well I'm tired of talk,
So please don't push me.
You
shack by some old railroad track
So I can hear them motors whine
So I can hear them motors whine
Blow whistle, hear them steel rails humming
Hold
second ride
But when I saw your sweet wranglers walk on by
You were the only thing
On my 1 track mind
I want to give you all the things you like
And you
a philosophy I believe I'd rather go by
And if you'll just listen you may want to give it a try
Leave a lotta happy tracks as you go down life's road
Leave
high
Life's a mess don't stress, test
Of giving, but be thankful that you're living blessed
Guess who's back, coming back with the track supplied?
By
true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix
you want?
Money burn fast as the sun
Hoes only last until it's gone
High fashion don't help fatten the starved
Compassion is
Lackin' in the masses,
collecting my fee
With the 48-tracks and the M - I - C
Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea
It's worth eight, but I only paid five point three
this dope alone
And count my change
Q, I wanna see you do your thang
Entertainment business living limelight
Hop on every track and move them trains
Believe me, when I say
Before light, there was dark
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?
If I
true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix
world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies only La Perl-a
Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need
you know
I got a 48-track studio back at the crib
So drop by you know where I live
I see you all the time but on another note
Would you like to dance
A storm is coming
Let me be clear
Your days are numbered
The end is near
The walls around you
Are closing in
It's too late for praying
Sinner
someone "you're the only one"
And even if it's hard, just never give by
If you love someone, then you try try try try
Don't jump the train just because
the only thing that was true
Was you
Long ago back in this mystery
And I may wish that I could reach back in to pull you
Through
But you'll live on in my
needs boiling
And I hoping that's what you'll do
It only happens for the few
Well I need someone
To come along
And stop me in my tracks
Stop me in my
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