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I was sitting on the curb by my grandma yard
Dopeboys drive by, I'm like that's my car
Fast forward, stack four, nigga that's my call
Push
the night, but I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk to me, ain't gotta see me
Every now and then like an old friend
[Chorus]
Baby he
'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas
Hands made of steel and a heart made of gold
If you don't know then I'll tell you so
Worked most of his life, but he partied all night
Whiskey by
You think you know me when I'm crying out my pain?
You ain't seen a thing
Heartbroken kid
But I'm called out by name
Flesh weak
But my armor on mane
I looked out across the river today.
Saw a city in the fog and an old church town where the seagulls play.
Saw the sad shire horses walking home
the leading role
I said, "That's my man"
And she said, "Who's he?"
I jumped up and said, "Girl, we got to go"
She don't like to play my kind of music
She's
?m colorblind when it comes to the night
But for now take this locating device
Eye for an eye get ready for the time, of your life
It?s gonna be mighty nice
I
I met a bookie
Today is the day the whole school plays hookie
Why? Cause I called Dinco D and Brown
Cutmonitor Milo brings the sound
Before I do
you're trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in Cypress
One Eyed Charlie
He only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy style is
Three for the money, two for the hustle and one for the
Night time spread over the city like a comforter
Prime time for the predators who come
comin' up real fast
All night, I gotta make this moment last
Headlights, pullin' up beside me
A man pulled me over, gets out of his car
And he said, you
First light,
The morning fog
Embraces field after field
Failing footwear
Breaking the blades
I feel it was
A Long cold night out here
Gold shades
I know a man who fills his emptiness
With strangers
I know a girl who drinks herself to
Sleep at night
You can't change her
I know people who use
clothes
Any witness gets a .9 cold, could do this with a blindfold (oh)
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out
stole the show notes more precious than a handful of stone
That old man and his banjo
Sounds pretty promising considering the shape I'm in
Six days
ride, I'm the bike man of Hyde Park
Ten at night I start, because I like dark
I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops
But one dropped I think, in
it
Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just
criminals! I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short
investigation for 16 months by the I.R.S.)
Claims to be a MAN OF GOD;
Currenty seeking the United States Presidency,
Hoping we will all follow him into
Baby turn up the radio
Late night bumping Fela on the max
Know a man can’t complain you know
Fast lane I keep my foot on the gas
If i smoke another
Just know you're not alone on this lonely road
The one less traveled
No you're not alone
Know you're not alone uhh
I see you just getting by
But
[Ghostface Killah]
God's woman, what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
the 9 to 5
Type of life
She was meant to live lavish
Unlocked the iPhone
Flipped through the contacts
Obsessed with old man she needed contact
Left her ex
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