Lyrics:
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
Jerk
I used to be the Marshall
When I was nine I accomplish that I would never reaching outa my guts
Probably cause I still listen to Linkin Park
But
to the ceiling
I provide for my kin, how could I be the villain?
Really stood through it all, I'm designed for some millions
Had a play, I'mma knock out the park
Mid December
My eyes gazed upon you
All I can remember
Is your laugh, oh it was so cute
What a love, soon to be
Oh so many times my thoughts told me
And it's coming to a close
We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-pricks in
I bust the lock
Nigga, legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We 'bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
what makes me happy, living my truth
Was cut from a different cloth, played by different rules
Had to find a way to cheat the status quo, still with
(feat. Linkin Park)
[Chester Bennington]
Together we made it
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall
[Busta Rhymes]
See
Written by: Peter Cestaro
What it do? What you like?
Know that we goin all night
Staying out til the sunrise
Lighting up like 4 July
Got my cup,
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fuckin' with
on the Backstreet
You can live in Linkin Park, no matter jus to me
See the Prince of Peace is guaranteed to give ya what ya need [2x]
[Chorus]
[KJ-52]
One day these
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
to god that I see her today
Maybe not, maybe so, West Deer Park that's all I know
Just me and my homies, people that know me
Only ones that know
Around my
that turned out to be my discretion
I sang my heart out on that one Linkin Park song in high school
And you were indifferent all the same, I didn't even
on the run
Slide down
Grab your buddies by the hand
Laughing and giggling
Isn't this grand?
Spin in circles
Dizzy and wild
We're having the time of our lives
to see what's cooking
Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking
And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
Here I am in the 21st century
I have to say it ain't as cool as I hoped it would be
No man on the moon, nobody on Mars
Where the hell is my flying
Aye
7 he been gone since last December
All my niggas they can scuff and shoot a put you in that blender
Like what you hollering bout
Niggas they be
ahead
Maybe a walk in the city park
Only a weightlessness in my heart
All I need is to feel the sun in the morning
Watch the world go by 'til
It was getting dark
Across the park,
When I saw her sitting there,
A little girl who must have lost her way.
The night was clear and I could see
Ah, December, my favorite time of year
And I think you all know why, ho, ho, ho
But here
Let me explain it to you with a song
It's that wonderful,
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