Lyrics:
-o-v-e love
show, love, show love, The L-O-V-E
Verse 1: If you see me fall, would you past me by?
And if I'm down in pain, left to die will you just
callin' keep on ringing my phone
Locked in the booth till its 4 in the morn'
Hop on the track and the flow is so vicious
Talk down on me he gon' leave with
of the art shit (hey!)
After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willin' able to learn
These
of the art shit (hey!)
After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willin' able to learn
These
a wheeler and dealer
Fly to west where the sky is
Blue and the grass is greener
Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon
Choong gash greeter
Yeah I know Jenny
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And pretty white cadillacs; and they was fly from the south
So check it out..
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death on our behalf
And I love you for it, we love your for it
We may not be able to kill lucy with this album
But Lucy gone be mad at me, and lives gone
these lines
Hidden message, behind the beat, like morse code
Meaning is an asset,
Got to be able to manipulate the alphabet
If you wanna be the letter
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
a different Howie Roseman, an under dog!
Doug Pederson, when Doug Pederson was hired
He was rated as the worst coaching hire
By a lot of freakin' analysts out
the Messiah's face
He walked in the shoes of the falsely accused
Mocked and abused and died, and we all were there too
There is a deep suffering in our history
you came from
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in
the Squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury
Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS
Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in
my 45 G-L-O-C
I got money on my mind, bitch
I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead
Of signin' dotted lines by
kiss is all it takes, I could give you that
But, I'm not gonna do it, I ain't with all that
And now I'm playing by new rules, I'll just give her back
sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He
willing and able, to give up all you have?
If you have his love for you, cause that's all that matters, his love is true.
Those who's around you, they will
I learned my lesson?
With the right Perspective even L's is a blessin HOL UP
Why they callin me a reverend ? Like the one that came from heaven?
Been
have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like
like Will Smith with the steel
I could save the world when shit get for real
Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill
My rhyme style is blind, it's
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
or noon
Even in the midnight hour
You can still feel his power
he is ever ready to listen
His presence will make your life glisten
He will Never leave you
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
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