Lyrics:
the Heavies in the crib putting the funk back in it
And if you know the Main Source, then you know my man K-Cut
And him and Simon is going to show you
What does it mean to love anymore
I keep on witnessing heartbreaks
My generation come from drug lords
I think that put us in harms ways
every hand
Are you in my soul or just in my lap?
All my lovers all my lambs
Hung from a single strand
Spun by spiders' hands
Grab a hold to ya seats, my style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty, puncture holes in my teeth
Cavity creep, I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
Nobody get in my way
Nobody get in my way
(What can i say)
I am not dying today
Y'all better get on the wave
(Get on the wave)
I heard they talking
with who I am
Back in high school
I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
(Woo) i did half a Xa, 13 hours 'til I land
From the woods, from the woods
They are coming from the woods
Riding horses cloaked in gray
Make their way, to my door
Lay their boots upon my
Seems like I'm back at the start again
I loved you and you wanted me dead
Too high in my mind I'll never land
Cause when I fell you never lent a hand
segment leave the whole atmosphere
Pressed-in, I take advantage of niggas like I was molesterin'
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
My brain be
He takes my hand
Don't you know you are beautiful
It takes a land Untouched by man
To get that Happy Feeling Again
I can't breathe
In a world that's
and forever
(Ooh ooh)
Come and take my hand
Together we will stand
I will have your back
You don't have to ask
Whenever you're in need
You can count on me
To be
return
I show you my hands
You don't see the scars
Maybe you'll leave me here to burn
What if the rest of the world
Was hopelessly drowning in vain?
into
Adding some glamor to the brands
To distract you from the damage that they do
Putting their product in your hand
What other industry could ever
alright
She's the leader of the band
She's the leader of the band
(So take my hand) so take me by the hand
(You're the leader of the band)
'Cause you're
the 20 planets in my hand are dying yeah
I guess I gotta be a faker friend just to live by the truth
No calming down, gotta play by the rules
The clock's
went by with my hands tied up in your ropes
Forever and ever, no more
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up in the clouds
Oh
I was born
the battlefield,
With hate in our eyes we march.
Knighted men we all are.
Let the enemies fall for my hand.
We shall crush all resistance
And once honor our
ducking the message
Don't do it for views
But I wanna be viewed
The path traveled by few
Is the reason we feud
Use the hate as my fuel
Then I take off like
in the sand
It's out of my hands
What happens next
Drifting between the coral reefs
White washed, slightly less serene
Is this the main land or have I
a little closer, I felt my blood begin to rise
I saw that she was coming over by that look inside her eyes
So I just stood there in the middle there, yeah
Down in Pennsylvania, tired smiles and broken cars
Maybe I could meet you there, Nichole
Drowning in my empathy, the wicked eyes I could not see
be there by your side
In your heart i will confide
Through every ups and downs
Every smile every glare
Well face the world hand in hand
Together we
is nou vergewe by U, o Heer
Alles het nuut geword
Alles het nuut geword
Toe die storms om my woed
En ek vir my rigting soek sonder lig in die lewe
Het
Birds pass by
Telephone lines
We're blinded by the sunlight
As it's 80 outside
Happy thoughts
Are on my mind
In the springtime
Look to the view
See
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