Lyrics:
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a 2-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me, everything is groovy
They don't like it, sue me
Mm, the way
your winter coat
Wrap me up so tight
I never will feel the cold
I'll be safe tonight
Can we go down to the railroad track and watch the train go by
We were alone last night pretending wrong is right
Time flew by it seemed I wish it had been a dream
You said those words again we were so close
see you in my dreams
I got your guitar here by the bed
All your favorite records and all the books that you read
And though my soul feels like it's
the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I
gettin' everybody checked
Make a block, do it again, gettin' everybody stretched
I done made it out, so I'm at you fuck-nigga neck
Don't know what I
Something more than a day that has nothing for me
I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day
I'm harrassed by its crowds, how they passively file
I recall the time they found those fossilized mosquitoes
And before long, they were cloning DNA
Now I'm being chased by some irate velociraptors
end.
They say there are treasures of silver and gold
Burried down by the rainbow's end
But the treasure I'll find will bring me real peace of mind
When
sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou
Saving nickles
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
Oh no
Here I go again
Fallin' in love again
Love is like a grain of sand
Slowly slippin' through your hand
Oh, oh, whoa
Whoa oh, Diane
Whoa
the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I
Baby when I think about you
All I want to do
Be by your side
Take a little ride
Take a little
Baby you know I'm all about you
And all I want
the road, leaving me again
The threats you made were meant to cut me down
And if our love was just a circus, you'd be a clown by now
You know I'm still
the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing
When we at last return again
Slipping off a glancing kiss
To those who claim they know
Below the streets
surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by
Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
He's got a bag that is filled with toys
For the boys and girls again
Hear those sleigh
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
He's got a bag that is filled with toys
For the boys and girls again
Hear those sleigh
to argue and I'm in no mood to fight
So let the tears pass you by
Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry
And I ain't gonna let this big world get
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