Lyrics:
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
I was in year 13, I remember that.
When my IT teacher, by my desk he sat.
And the class was quiet, I don’t remember the causation
When he told me my
turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
Yo, I wrote this hook seven years ago[00:07.82]I kept it ever since[00:10.46]They're judging so often, put your dreams in a coffin[00:13
thumpin'
'Cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something
Talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me
A 13-year old could just
a 13-year old could just up, and end me
if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand
now does that make shorty rock the man?
not only in your hood
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
This more than anything else is why I have deigned to grace this final battle with my Imperial presence, even against the advice of the Grand Vizier
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
would probably throw my pride aside
Tell my old friends I love them
Tell them Byron tried
I still feel as if I need
To have words with you a few times
don't fuck with 12 man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing
up at the sky
I give up my success to have em all still alive
You don't know that struggle
You ain't had to struggle as a child
13 years old me and my
a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anybody
helps me to release my dreams my fears and my frustrations
Mix it in with self-realization
Pinch of imagination
Mmm love that sensation
Can't forget
closer to pity
My T swift ass hooks was writ by committee
Embarrass my city
Yet still act like Im hard
If Ice Cube was actin then I know Imma star
So lemme
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
and fireman Marvin Seng
Robbing and looting is as old as the hills
They're still jumping freight trains with crowbars and drills
A hundred years later in
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel
We not taking it
keep her by your side
Will you ever read these lines
From this letter to my fourty year old self
Do you still
Play your old guitar every other day
In
on a still warm tongue
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out
Maybe what was
frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer
17 years old I ain't even much grown
Living g a life of a thug with a mind of my Own
See I been through some things I wasn't using My mind
But this
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