Lyrics:
blow
I came here to shine
If you didn't now you know
I like to keep it on the low
Gulf stream with the flow
So I keep it by the coast
Hold up
I'll wait
Stand by me
Stand with me
Here I stand, against the shadows in the darkness
How do i fight to see another ray of sun
A ray of hope i'm holding on to but
just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who
will to act,
Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact?
Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child,
But no-one's really bothered, no,
G
Or you gon' hold it all inside or you gon' tell on me?
Shit it's all cool, cause it was all good
It's just another day in Doggy Dogg's neighborhood
When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..
with you
Cuz I need you like that, for real
Head over heels, and all it took was a tap
Remember
Picnics by the west side
I can take you there
Trying not
rays
Be your strength not your pain
Be your night and your day
Be your joy and your
I'll hold you down
Down down ah
Down
And as he rides off in the sunset he feels the last rays burn
And shine
My setting sun
No we ain't done
My setting sun
No we ain't done
The only one
drifting, staring at John who just got the job
Busing tables to pay for Community College
An Associates degree in x-ray technology
John is too old
about nothing
You're changing but you're not realizing
I run on the street
In a river of rain
Like an innocent child
Please hold my hand
The days gone by
to blow up
Treat the beat like a grenade, when I pull out the pen
Just want to give them something they feeling
Like when you eat an omelette, hold on
But
go to war for you just like Rambo
Going all night never running outta ammo
You there for my bucket not you there for my Lambo
And she hold me down
for adoption. Would've sold it for a profit
A prophet with a box cutter. Yeah, hold up in the cockpit
My hostage in bondage, on bail bond for a locket
I see the dawn I knew has left me
I'm in the water sinking down
Nothing familiar here to hold me
The sky grows dark with pain
Seems all my treasures
burns, so x ray the damage
I’m blowing up like a gamma
Cause when the king grabs a hold of the mic
It’s a symbol that you took
An L like a lambda
I’m
a nigga bitch what it really means ima fuck the rest
Ain’t no going back, used to be broke
Now I’m getting money by the day
Running away and im getting
in the kingdom
[Mad Child]
Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage
Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage
Hell hath no fury,
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
Enough to leave you mentally scarred
But y'all don't understand me
Trevon Martin was killed carrying candy
But Zimmerman is chillin and
The Ray Allen's
strolls down the avenue
And her skin's just the right shade, yeah
Spend them off days soaking up the sun rays
Know you need to be on somebody's runway
Model
mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another- deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun,
Another day up in the city, I'm tryna get active
Cash up on my mind broke hoes flying straight pass them
He worried bout the ho, I'm tryna buss for
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