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on like a vacation in bed
Talking 'bout business how some people think they know my business
You not even in my life, but you in it
Stress on me lifted I

rental
If they don’t know your story they can’t imagine what you been through
I bet live it up with my niggas monumental
My girl looking that centerfold in

to me
With my Blood I'll wash away your sins
Open up your heart and let me in

It was early December 
If I don't fail to remember
Slanging by the bodega

stand in line
Or tell me your life story
I swear baby I got time
You're living in my head
Regret the things I said
Best time of my life
I was living no

that's my kryptonite
By the time I'm at the crib tonight
I'll get a voicemail from you saying

What type of games is being played, hows it going down?

See when I get my money right 
Can't tell me nothing guy 

You see when I stack my paper right 
Don't tell me nothing guy

Look am from the floor you

a pill, stack the chips
Can't wait for sway in the morning, the 5 fingers of death
Fly away to Paris my dick sucked on my private jet
Being swarmed by fans,

yea
I can't get cancelled, no I'm not Tory
Huh, I'm taking the reigns, yea
Please get back, let me tell my story
Huh, I don't want fame, nah (Nah)
I

sweeter than tree saps oh
I'm driving the beat put yo seat back oh
These songs are my stories my recaps oh
Ain't talk to shawty in two days I'm just curious

goes up on flames
I brushed up my skills
I'm like Picasso with paint
Got a lasso around the neck of this game
Not stressing bout fame
Just blessed by

C3 baby
You know they say hard times dont last forever 
But even through the storm you gotta keep it pushing
Listen to my story

I just wanna take

There's way too many disturbances
Too many deaths too many news story journalists there's way too many niggas tryna bury us for permanent, Parents

laelae (matters that make someone cries, may it not become our portion for life)
Setemi mafimisile yah robbi, ireti timoni mio yo kuro {don't ignore my

from Hermes
Slapped on the face of Earth
They almost called you herpes
You say my destiny is written in astrology
But never saw yourself owned by

everyone
My names Josue
Just like you guys I'm here because I struggle with some mental blocks that
I believe were caused by a specific event that I went

My life
My life, really feelin hard times

Lookin' out my window, holdin' my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin', feelin'

to Leave
Turning pages on my life
Watching every day go by
Your story ends before you die
And no one cares
No one cares

Everyday's a bit more hopeless
When I wrote this I was all alone
Just thinking bout the bones in the ocean
Saltwater and my forefathers' blood
Mixing

what I do, no need to ask again (that's what I did)

And I ain't playing by the books I don't know how
I write my own story as it goes down
And you

money, no museum but, I had the sights
No money, no museum but, you by my side
From a third story window she screamed ""Your the love of my life."" (your

both knees deep chasing the hustle and its sweet
Steady increasing the numbers by any means
Switching product for the money making all my ends meet

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I play the villain in my own story
Coz every little thing i do ain't good enough n is tainted by my own

Something More

Ginny Owens

If You Want Me To: The Best of Ginny Owens [Advance Promo]

2006

I've spent half my lifetime watching time go by
And wondering where it went
When I try to fall asleep at night
I lay there feeling spent

on
that's why we work big
jail cells going through hell
close to internment
my people tribal we smoking tree by the Nile
the flow tall in stature shout out