Lyrics:
you don't understand
You don't wanna be in my shoes
It took him leavin' me
Before I ever knew
That he ain't your regular joe you know?
And I
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
know you won't
Yeah, walkin' on the bridge, I threw my sins over the deep end
Sippin' 'til my stomach hurt, this month I done lost three friends
One, two, three
Wait
I wanna dance in seven-eight
Cos he's a Payne
By name, by nature
Alright?
That Joe Payne
That Joe Payne
That Joe Payne
That Joe
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
must be again before the music ends
I must go to Hoboken one more time
I wanna run down that street where
That thin Italian kid ran
Then slow down
talk on that phone I know that it's tapped
Fuck jail I don't wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is
With cats rippin' over-seas tracks by Nicolay
This shit gon' blow, I'll tell you how the shit'll go
With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo
know you won't
Yeah, walkin' on the bridge, I threw my sins over the deep end
Sippin' 'til my stomach hurt, this month I done lost three friends
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
never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And Mama said it was shame about Billie Joe
nobody does it better than Too $hort
I got so many raps, I know you can't have more
Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life
Writin' raps, late
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What's that
'm militant-movin' like G.I. Joe No manager, bitch, this DIY
Quit talkin' and suck bitch, TMI
I wanna get like 50 bands per pop-out
But I don't wanna be on no TMZ,
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
and I sweat
I don't wanna dance
I wanna go home
I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking
and I sweat
I don't wanna dance
I wanna go home
I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Stay, a little longer (come here, ma, stay for a little while)
(I know you gotta go home soon, but)
I know you have to go home to him (time just
Marvin
Who wanna become my 100th problem?
Semi-automatic or revolver, this semi-automatic I'll solve 'em
Einstein, my mind, this MC move white squares
I wanna know do you have to go
Come on, sailor
I'm calling you, I am calling you
Calling you
Come on, baby
Come, I'll be waiting right here
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
and get you a hat
But you know you not on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe
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