Lyrics:
hurtin'
Every coffee shop and every bar
Near and far as the eye can see
Just see if I hit twenty three
All crying over spilled milk
Well I come from
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three AM
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting all my meals for free
for the past week
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three am
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting
strength, recite these words at length)
Take my powers blessed be
Multiply their strength by three
1.17 - That 70's Episode
UNBIND A BOND (sent them
year so we takin' off
Ain't doin' it by playin' soft
Takin' twenty-three gon' blow it off
Our flight is leavin' we ain't showin' off
Workin' hard no time
three (Yuh)
Saying that I am the one her team needed
Like she's Billie Jean (Wha?)
Don't really need to beat all of these drama games (Nah)
I've clearly
Instrumental
III. Leaving Home
The morrow winds blow and herald a time
When man will be damned for all his crime
We all were too bold, now we all can see
How
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
twenty yards of fence to rebuild
I started bringing the heavy, wet logs into the back area
Into what I referred to as the Dungeon Area, two or so
Better back up, don't start it
I lay your body in the ground
Get in your car and get to parking
3 AM, that's the darkest
3 PM, like the father, get
want
Lemme tell you my dream
Number 1 get the guap by any means
Number 2 put on for your family
Number 3 make sure they know who they see uh or they know
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a - 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
Man,
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
seventeen wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out
back to the bits
And make that bunda bounce like tigger
My bro making moves
Dishing out food
Call him Stringer
Am no central cee but am loading loading
fridge
Raid them heinies leave no trace behind me
Ain't no radar got no blip
And if I did bet I'd expect
One of my homies Copping my sips
Three AM Post EKM
fridge
Raid them heinies leave no trace behind me
Ain't no radar got no blip
And if I did bet I'd expect
One of my homies Copping my sips
Three AM Post EKM
fridge
Raid them heinies leave no trace behind me
Ain't no radar got no blip
And if I did bet I'd expect
One of my homies Copping my sips
Three AM Post EKM
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
Button tappin’, nothin’ happen! Damn! I’m fuckin’ nappin’ Kill the captain, chill or zap ‘em! Trap em and slap em! Eight twenty three or three to noon, so,
When I was six I didn't think I'd ever see
Twenty-three
Now I'd give anything just to recall anything from
Twenty-three
By the time I'm thirty I
Am I running
I don't understand what's been causing division
Built up my dreams until they feel like a prison
Too old to listen and too young to care
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