Lyrics:
Man I’m so blessed
God by my side, no time to be stressed
So I stay grinding four seasons
Superman, S on my chest
Yeah I’m so blessed
Name is odo,
for help
Calling out to anybody, somebody please help
I’m on the ground, so numb, so dumb, what have I done
Living in the moment ‘cause you only live
like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
'Cause they never tell me lies
I can feel
the chaos of this crowded, messy house
'Cause the good old days are happening right now
I will remember you walking towards me in that dress
Long after I
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All in the same thing
All repping one thing
Looking for
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
that easy for her.
One day she fell sick, she had a bad pain in her stomach so she was rushed to the hospital where she had to fight for her life,
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I
Eightball, MJG, only drip
we been layin it down since trout season,
now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,
in a white house wit toys
of the police in my hood (Luda!)
Everybody on the corner with the work
Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store (oh)
Blowin' money 'cause I live
summer is the coldest season
You'll get killed at a party for the smallest reason
One day you're chillin' in secondary
Next day your right hand's
traveled
Swear one of these days
I'll let it all Out
Why not now nigga
Tried to edit
My thoughts
Fuck it all
Hear it all nigga
We live
We love
We laugh
We
out whatever I don't give a fuck bout
Like Crowded House I take the weather where I bounce
And I'm coming home the sun's out wow
Imma soak it up
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
off (vroom)
Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house)
Give my mama, my daddy and day one nigga a key to my house (key
moms, word to the motherf***in' trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug n****
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
that brooklyn shit
It's the day
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
, to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one
want a deck behind my house dog I want a peir
I want a walk in closest, closet full of gear
I wanna be able to buy 4 new whips every year
Can't leave da
'm amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life
Jackson, Jackson, was a good kid
He had
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
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