Lyrics:
gotta be
Life keeps
Pressing on like
Ink on a page
When I just wanna erase
Help me witness good ole days
They say we're all a masterpiece
And no two are
a Frisbee
And you telling your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you're feeling
All of the beans you be spilling
To you, she
the two (RONRON load it up, RONRON load it up)
Take this lil' quarter piece, it's gon' put me in my mood
Life gave me lemons, nigga, it's lemon squeeze
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
something I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset 'cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't got a rep, my
be living so I gotta sing to them
Here's a song for yall I'm pouring out my heart to
You can think that this is "By Your Side pt.2"
I feel like I'm
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
step Out line
My shawty by my side the way I Like it
But my fist might do some talkin To their eyelids
I’m a
Done up
One up
Light skinned
Brotha
Mom
But uh
It's all good until I get my first scuff and I'm like
Hell Naw ain't no way
(What's wrong)
Man he den stepped on my Jay's
Stepped on my Jays
He
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
to me
I walk up to the rock and knock, hello, thinking wishful
For naught but a waste of two syllables
If only anyone came to remember her
All I know
in like two days
Blast shots, nigga at the opps, and they fall down
The way I got these niggas changing colors, think its fall now
All pounds, I love
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
gotta pay all my dues, young and so lost so I look to the moon
Look at me now, I gotta get paid the way that I slave in the booth
Feelin' so froze, I'm
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
way too thin
Blue bandana on all my friends
Principles said: “can't handle these kids”
Getting dragged outta class when talking that shit
Bridge:
Oh my God Nate
Nate you can't. No no. Come on man
I got enough shots to last me a whole triller
All that tough shit he rappin' I swear I don't really
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
Where there is a will there is a way
Search and discover a better day
Where a positive heart is all you need
To rise from beyond and succeed
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
sheeeiit, I'm the Pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be
tracks
Did this all by myself they can't tell me relax
Niggas true colors been showing
I don't even care I'm heartless and numb from my past
I realized I'm
Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door
All the time that you spent listening to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get back
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Stir my heart,
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