Lyrics:
I'm glad our paths just came across
Just few days but she lit up my world
New Orleans girl, she's gat that sauce
You can tell even by the way she walks
ahead of his time you know but, he can't use it
If only he could prove it
Tomorrows just a song away, a song away, a song away
Tomorrows just a song
of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper whose had his turn
Now it's my turn,
home
I saw Sam and Lila on the path of corn
I hurried down the holler to be back by morn
One night I swear it was a big full moon
I made it to my tent
of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a french
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
But inside He’s given me solemn rest
With wisdom and common sense
To govern my household Like Solomon
Walking this narrow Straight as an arrow Careful
Atatakai kaze wo tayori
My path not popular but it's noble
Totally within rhythm
Martyr mogul beyond global
Original ways today's trends
He needs
as a fan and nobody knew this
But he's the reason I got my name he's the reason I said fuck an alias
I'm just Chance, if by chance you're still listening bro
Dear God
I'm Sorry
I know I've messed a lot of things up and it's hardly
Satan's fault it's mostly me, he just got me started
I looked down his path
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
alone, to be shoved to a wall pinned by his throat, then he croaked
"You cant see, when I bleed, but I'll scream, through my teeth, that I'll make it big
and some sad songs
Good ol boy that done done a lot of bad
Grown now chasing shit he never had
Mama tried but he turned out just like his dad
It's just
to you
People only love you when you are gone
And many hate when you are on
Tired of singing the same old song
Tired of singing the same old song
People
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old killer, he look 35
He changed his name
he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe
It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said, "Sit down, punk, I want to talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now there's a time
troubles he must flee
Thought to hang upon the branches of the great oak tree
His money had been squandered, the debts were piling high
He walked the path
direction
Who on earth can it be
Coming up the path for me?
What on earth will he say?
Shall I run to him or run away?
Freaking out he's come to get me
My
heart
And he wrote it all down in that old notebook with the rest of his scars
Till one day Johnny took the pages out and he started that fire at his
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