Lyrics:
to high
After wine and nectarines the fireflies in turn
Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet reign
I won't fight for can't happen
I
on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
I can't forget the night we met how bright were stars above
That precious memory lingers yet when you declared your love
And then you went away
but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my mind find
I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my
I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I, let go, watching you, turn your back
understand
Bill Clinton could pull his dick out
And don't nobody say shit
2Pac pull my dick out and everybody
Wanna put me in jail i don't understand
Three
a guitar
With just two good fingers to use
You can't turn back time
Or put more sand in the glass
But sometimes at night
I close my eyes and go back
Uh, they call me the rocker
Uh, yeah, uh huh, uh
They call me the rocker
I get down like 2Pac and Big Poppa
Some say he too birds, you can't stop
and get dropped
2Pac ain't tryin to hear it, Ox
Screamin at your box
I'm swearin at ya not so uh
Static is the last thing you need when you see me
Better
've got your love, the power of your glory, ah
Ooh yeah, trillin' me
All right
Can't judge a mother by the skin of the father
Can't judge a book by
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
pass
Had your heart broken, been there, done that
I love you and I can't give you enough of that
Get back to community that raised you up
Read
I'm told.
Yeah, an' things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico.
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say,
Let me ride on the back
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want
Got an honest face so you turn your back
When in doubt run up your attack
At one
I am back here again, bro
After Two years, I am still in this shit
Biggie shot by who
2Pac shot by who
Dying young, a devil's curse, man
RIP to Juice
Heartache number one was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
And heartache number two was when you came back again
You came
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
from the bottom, now I'm on the roof
I'm big-headed so the coupe never had a roof
Thug life, got that 2Pac up in my boombox
Gassing on these pussies,
got so blind
That they cannot see
Well I'm not your keeper
I don't have your key
I got a piano
I can't find the sea
Come on, turn up the sun
if I fail
Yeah, y'all put ya twos up for 2Pac
Dead Prez collaboration
It's only two choices man, ball or fall
Rose that grew from concrete
And we
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