Lyrics:
long stride I'm gone by a landslide
I'm flying private jets joy ride credit certified
My Rhymes thread the needle I point n aim bullseye
Bloody suit n
You're the thing that I've desired
Since we first met
Your smile, your long brown hair
Would be difficult to forget
So now that we are left to make
and staring at those big brown eyes
It's been so long but I still get butterflies
Didn't think that love could be this easy
Never thought that love could be
I got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't eightball at the mall with
homes
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind.
She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy.
From her big brown coat she puller a silver
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
But could we meet by
The first of July
So he'll hold my hand
As they light up the sky
And marry me on an April night
But lord take your sweet,
less than a monkey
You can never tell me 'bout sauce (Ayy)
I done that
Words don't really mean much (Ayy)
So I ain't really into all the long chat
Like,
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and
Shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
When is too long too long
Is it after 2 songs 3 songs 4 songs more no I don't care if you play this and like it
Share it praise it
No I care if
boys will get|Damn rowdy loud, just cruising around|That same spot, that parking lot, them brown bags|Taking long drags, 2 days til the work weeks
restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo,
on your shit it's like I'm watching the browns
But I ain't losing cause your mother wants another couple rounds
Midnight on a long drive ask if you're
not a role model yoh I feel like a fuck up
Life shouldn't be so hard for the babas
I remember selling dagga
Smelling dagga
The police call it dagga
too far so tell me honestly
Who do you think you are?
You and I were on our way together
But this life passed by, these days are gone
All
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
payin' my dues so long feel like niggas owe me
Get Nas on the phone, how can I help out with my nigga Bodie?
You ain't got to like it, spit it out
Brown motherfucker with the master plan
So you better not slip, 'cause I'm lookin for a jack
So if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat
[Chorus]
at eleven but first
A long serious look at what's seeping from open sore
Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT
I never felt so alone
I never felt so used
I
paper stacks
Stacks, rubberband them, tamales I still sell them
So next year, I can pull up in a brown phantom
Them boys can't stand him, cause he
brown
I've tasted nectar dying on the vine
This scene was over long ago
Your time's been wasted, this I know
It started with a glance
No fatal second
doing this for so long
I’m just a veteran, can’t no one claim
They are better than, y’all just some posers, tourist
Just settling, just know to watch
you
I wish the music you love plays in a music movie uh
I done travelled a long way
I made mistakes I hope that you don't take it the wrong way
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