Lyrics:
happy for everyone else
Take all the pictures then hide in the kitchen
Tell myself this time next year will be different
But nothing has changed
Just
you are with out me
It’s crazy to think you ain’t next to me cause
One year ago
It wasn’t this cold
You were my everything
Not just a memory
One year
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
CONDOMINIUM o' LIFE? An' how many folks believe THEY number won't come up, next time de breeze blow fum de Easterly directium? Les' face it, peoples! Ugly as I
done came out the dark
When I reached for the spark
Got damn
Until next time
When I'm writing down my next rhyme
On the next Line
Johnny said he gone
christmas day, won't be the same
December this year, without you here
Second time around, without you here
New year's day, I wish you were there
Not much
the snow won't fall,
Doesn't matter if we lost it all,
Cause next year, you never know..
Keep the time, peace of mind, just as frozen as the lake Tomorrow
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
one in the air
While we are in the, corners of my chrome
Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while
Nigga hold up, hold up
Make
sucks
And I don't say that enough
It seems to me
That I have the worst of luck
September's Here
It happens same time, every year
Same time, ever year
the eye
I knew him once it was years ago
He always seemed so shy
Johnny stays inside
He knows he's out of touch
It's easier to hide
Less straws you have
Saying there’s a time and place and it isn’t on the field
Then Johnny went to school and told his friends, they agreed
The next night there’s riots
riding with the oak in the dash
Got jealous niggas hating, big time, hoping I crash
I can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em
Let
In history me and this bitch will be like
Five years together, right?
Damn, seem like forever
We trade shots
We spray blocks
And we never fail
know I been on now, then, and I'm next
Every year my year, you know I always wanna flex
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
Say my, say my,
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
other
On god i wouldnt trade u for another
We was vybin for real
When i first got your number
As time goes by
You know we got one another
She show me love
of my own
Next year I'll throw it in the georgia dome (ha ha)
Real talk I'm a muhfuckin' fool
Two-time loser, still ridin' with the tool (yeah)
of my own
Next year I'll throw it in the georgia dome (ha ha)
Real talk I'm a muhfuckin' fool
Two-time loser, still ridin' with the tool (yeah)
at next place, next time?
That is correct - have none, damn right
I lost my hope in next day, next month
I lost my hope in next year, next life
What hope
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
get clean time
Concentrate on gettin' green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
About the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill
advice
Getting lost in all sense
What feels like years is probably zero time
Visualization immense
Whole thing would be lost if you're not by our side
And I never drank alcohol and I never got high
It was the end of a hundred years that took me by surprise
What I thought to be dangerous,
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