Lyrics:
gone off with a band of men, all addicts, skites, and bums.
So you think you will enjoy your life in the tenancy and the slums."
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu
the Pauly's
Outlaw league, from the street to the Pen
Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent
Off the perfect mixture
Forcin' down herbs and liquor
Only
living right upstairs
Mid seventies, seemingly no cares
Always seem happy I can only guess why
Cause they barely getting by off the SSI (Hah)
Over
basket of fruit
She sits on a bicycle and floats in space
She is in love with The Angel of Stop Laughing
When The Life Promiser makes her say any word
You won't belong to me, I let you down
I walk around 'n' see your night skyline
I feel the light but you don't want to stay
So lonely now, just
walk right out of my life
With a little of my heart
I found someone new
To lay here beside me
I'm n'uch a fool
It's time to try to forget
It's time
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
Am I supposed to believe anything or just everything said by you?
And how can you call me stupid when you don't understand what I say
And how can you
No matter how good a woman is
She still can't really teach him to be no man or daddy
Used to walk around with a head full of naps
Chubby young
They say that Blackbeard had hidden precious stones,
Amongst the ancient bones,
So I set off to the darkness down below,
By the candle glow,
T'was
my palm
Won't you take a walk with me through the Compton Vietnam
And let me show ya, fools much bolder
A busta is a punk compared to a fuckin
the coke that they selling by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floating on the funk like a life raft
Down with Sista, it's
It isnt by chance I happen to be
The femme fatale, the toast of Paris
For all of the noise, the talk and the smoke
Im good for a drink, a laugh
be speeding to a cold sore
Have you ever had this feeling once in your life
In which you like a girl so much
You wish that she was your wife
But
into the books
By the crooks of culture, the truth has a mother's looks
Who blesses and loves every single day
Words from Papa triple K and 66 right
high your sword
(fight to survive)
Run, plea for your life
Took toward the sun
Fight to survive
As you walk along the shore
Your thoughts run by
the ocean, walk by and see
All of these people - They look so happy to me
What if all I want in this world
Turned out just to be an honest girl?
Turned
me,
it's like I'm standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie,
Ya'll are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me,
It's like a drug filled rock n roll
is gone
Through all your contemplation you still don't understand
That the plight of your life was built by your own hands
How can you navigate
a walk in the sun
Let me smell your hair and take you by the hand
And I swear I won't be lame or treat you bad
And if I can't put a name or a face
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk
I got subpoena by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
And I'm off to that place
Where I find my escape
Life as it happens is rarely the way that you planned
Roll with the punches or you'll end up a mad,
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