Lyrics:
the inspiration
Deja fuckin' vu cause suicide is a temptation
I just want to love somebody I can keep
By my side till it's over will you take the key
To my heart
Don't really wanna live
Just kinda wanna die
I tried and tried to give
But you just slid by
This is my last note
It is my suicide
You climbed upon
jumped
You got to have style
And learn to be original
And everybody's gonna want to dis you
Like me
We stood up for the South Bronx
And every
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?
[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs
And really let
We're six feet underground inside my bed
And all the little letters in my head
We're spelling suicide but not by choice
Was calling out for help,
for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck, they can't function
Caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you
blasted,
This is suicide letters all over again I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't cause this one is written and there is no mending
But
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
[Pastor Troy talking]
Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is,
stunting
With my nothing ass paparazzi on em look at
All these flashing lights
Outta control something like a pilot
Who was crash at flight
Seven letter
Majestical queen, on your throne you look fantastic
Life was goin south before you spawned in like some magic
Your soul's the greatest thing that's
Tricked by the beauty in the skies
It's no use to fight; the world around us tightens up
As we walk to where this island starts
The socks on my feet fade
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
Now they writin' letters 'cause they miss me (yeah)
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (uh-huh)
I was too used to packin' gats
Now they writin' letters 'cause they miss me (yeah)
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (uh-huh)
I was too used to packin' gats
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's
every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's
letters
Reading poems
Getting better and better
Vulnerability is key
Cry baby cry baby
Cancer gang gang
Off the chain chain chain
Cancer gang gang
Who let
Department, purporting to be from John Anglin, claiming that the three men had survived the escape and had fled to South America. In 2011, a letter was sent
down a barrel both eyes open to diffuse the situation
Ain't no need for coaching repackaging twenty six letters in few words
Like a motar and pessle ya
the jungles of south Vietnam still found the time to write home to my mom
Wrote her letters of love and told her she was pretty
He never talked about that war I
grandma told me niggas ain't shit
I can do better by my lonely
That bitch don't want no child support
She want a new life
For every status that you post
I
is replaced by the pain
I got a feeling you'll figure it out
And the gas is poured on the flame
Ignite your suicide
Time is knocking at the door
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