Lyrics:
By William Clarke
Why do the birds sing songs
To warm a heart of love for you each day?
Why do the breeze blow so strong
To prove the power of love
never worked so I
Choose to gun it then
Tech fleece on my body, uh
I can't buy you shit if you
Ain't always all on my body, uh
I live life like a hobby
motherfuckn die nigga
Shoot it out John Wayne, bang bang, gun play gun play
Broad day anytime of the day I'll let the AK SPRAY
I'ma always get money, nigga I
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
JUST HOLD MY HAND
By Pat MelfiBecky Williams-Arrington
You always make me smile, for longer than a country mile
I love what you do to me, and how
Alright you so cool
Never hide, but always move
Step aside for some room
Big truck, going vroom
All luck, flowers bloom
Ball up, crowd is booming
All luck,
(Oi)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known
Rugrats
Last time I'm a do a favor
For you ungrateful little rascals
Always saying that you needing something
But you never saying where the bag is
Never
knew your name
Well the street only knew your name, your name
Well Walter and John, Katie and Ron
Used to hang out by the corner lamp light
Get
strategize so I can eat now(Eat now)
Lord I pray for safety as I rise through these streets now(Dear lord)
Gotta keep my eyes open & always keep my feet down
know I'll always be by your side
(I'm never leavin' you)
And when the chips are down, we'll survive
(We're gonna make it through)
Looks like the Reapers
the alarm
Always watching the clock and the traffic
So those buried in books would still find their way
For years he lived to give you the hour
And you
(Oi)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known
cried.
Beauty and love are our riddle,
Never to answer but always to try,
And boy, did I try?
I tried with Harold and I tried with John,
I tried with Alphy
Now she wanna leave me cuz I don't wanna be vegan
And that had to count for something cuz now I'm counting the hundreds
You be fishing for compliments
Didn't know shit then but I'm learning' now
On the hunt for the perfect sound
They only kick when they know you're down
That's why I'm always floatin'
Erica was a beautiful girl even without her makeup
She was something stunning from the time she wake up
She had many sugar daddies paying for her
Eastside
So please roll up my weed high
My momma always told me aim for the sky
So I came out aim in bangin' at guys
It was mainly slangin' kane by
you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll
the blinds shut
Where that bag of money? Oh bitch yo time up
I ain't buff but I keep a .45 tucced
Young rich crip, actin like I'm King Tut
Reach for these
wanted all I needed
Was seeing the love for me in your eyes
Never ever again will I doubt
Never ever again will I do without
With you always by my side
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
(Oi)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known
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