Lyrics:
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
the code if you wanna get a block
You can send it Bitcoin, time to triple it with stocks (that's right)
All eyes on me, you niggas livin' in a box (huh)
at my dick like you're Paul Simon
Fuck I just sneezed and it broke your hymen
Watch you don't step on my Hot Wheels track
Or you'll get left with a wet
How I miss, you my love
Oh your kiss, and your hugs
I can taste, you right now
Let it rain, ‘till i drown
I want you less, need you more
Let it go,
was a hoe that lives out in the south
Gaps in her mouth you know what I'm talking about
I was rapping at a club and backstage she going
I bust a ? ? ?
shooting its citizens dead in the streets
I used to live in Northeast D.C. not too far from Capitol Hill
White House here, trap house there, they were so
Asking what happened
Not how it started
Blood thicker than water
But water help you live longer
By the way you acting out
Y'all need a damn Oscar
I'm just
usually dangerous, for that would never do.
My goodness, will you look at all the animals queuing on the stairs!
Look at the animals in the zoo; how would
a little south of old Dime Box
You can find a Cinderella
Or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like no love attachments,
If your taste in women gets
neva be brothin
Koopsta stands out from the niggas
who thinkin they hard
I flow up to star
bust in like you da boss
Kaze got my back
now watch how
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
that lean that you're sipping, you can't handle this raw
I'm so clean I got you thinkin, how'd this nerd get these broads
I'm supreme, i got a couple
Well
Towards the border of the Northeast corner
Of Oklahoma lives a Native girl
Spends her days in Delaware County
But she wants to see the ocean for
How dare you speak on where I’m
From if you ain't never been
Fried Kool-Aid who made
Never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real
Made meals off
still in em aint gave up
One thing about these niggaz
They aint street they showing bluff
Shit i aint fazed by your act
Nothing beat the double cross
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
hang on
To every single word you say
We stay up all night talking shit about
How I needed to get away
Now the bell's of St. Paul's ring out in my
I buy my beer
In the air, so tired, I forget to recline my chair
Picture you in my head, a souvenir by my legs
Some scuba gear for the bed, we do
sippin' on?
What got you bumpin' in the funk wit all that gator on?
'Cause you ain't drunk, hoe, you ain't drunk, hoe
You ain't ridin?, you ain't live, you
I just can’t live without you
Can’t do it by myself no mo’ and I’m tired of always thinkin’ that Imma stay alone
How long will I wait for you
How long
strong
And I keep trying to hit Paul's voice, but it's been way too long
I done been heartbroken, by the ones I love the most
I swear family let you down,
and besties with one
She from the opps side, she gon' ask you where you from
Northeast GP, where you can't be
Yea I'm a Drew side baby, and I still ain't leave
Paul Gilley wrote the words to the saddest song that Elvis ever heard
How come no one notices the loneliness in the singing of the birds?
Some nights
the others
First in last out 1% at a time
Don't practice 'til you get it right
Practice 'til you
CAN'T GET IT WRONG
Number three determination
Something's
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