Lyrics:
to themselves
True and false
People who are on your side
They’re planning so many pranks and plans
To bring you down
You can be the innocent story, but for them
to green
With envy to shade switches
And the haters can't applaud you
They appalled by success
So dear suckers I vow to forever offend you
The lowest form
up in themselves
And the homeless down on Main
To those who stand on empty shores
And spit against the wind
And those who wait forever
For ships
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, called
themselves
Before they puttin' out a tape, yeah
Who would'a, who would'a thought
That Quadeca woulda moved to the top?
I've been doin' a lot
See me for
can't see
Oh don't blame the people who gather themselves on the shore
Seeking something: Man don't stamp pon the elders
For what is the truth I cannot
in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
hello
To miss the show that would end all shows
Probably kick themselves hoping for more
Leaves seem to find their way to the ground
When things get
Did a lot of shit by myself I'll remember that
Only impressing themselves but I let them cap
This shit is not sweet, hell no bitch its never that
unmarried.
They will take her by themselves, who will find her lovely.
They will take her by themselves, who will find her lovely.
They will take her by
standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those who led pissing themselves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said
don't know how to love themselves
Go to concerts by themselves
Do everything by themselves
But
I saw God in the seventh grade
She told me
Nobody cares
and clouds
And they'll ask themselves in the morning, 'do you think that this is a place worth worth fighting for?'
So we'll sleep in the slaughterhouse while
of souls had to end, just for some to feel alive
Why they gotta die? Try Inflict a lot of fear, call themselves allies
Why they gotta lies? But my vision
DJ Khaled
I'll pick you up in my ride
Make sure you waitin' outside when I pull up
I told my niggas I can't slide (No, no)
Just to be right by
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, called
They didnt get my name now they calling me nameless
Living to the full now they saying i'm reckles
Living by my rules now they saying i'm careless
to ever even think of such a thing.
But my brother who had always sensed my parent's instilled
insecurities tried his best to encourage me.
For I was born
put no man above yourself
For the youth dem, God help those who help themselves
Who do the most, now propose and make a toast
My holy ghost
This like
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls,
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
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