Lyrics:
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
door
9 pm, you're falling to pieces
10 am, walk through that door
Next morning, you're falling to pieces
6 pm, walk through that door
9 pm, you're
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
before my eyes
The memory of our first fight
Has just went by
Then I remember, that next September
You drove at night to see a guy
Who just happened to be
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
the cypher
You freezin'
I got my fist clenched, spirits high
(You are tuned with the next one up)
(And they ain't wanna pass the torch so I lit one up)
I got
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
Kids next door kick in yo door before the sunrise
Havin Mob Ties, free them guys
All my brothers slide
When its time, I can't even lie
You might wanna
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
on a tube of ya eye shadow
And man, it look nice, you should have seen it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
everyone says in the YOLOs
"Hi guys, my name is David, keep my head low
Pennywise ego, I never let go
This how I live life, on the edge of the lows
I don't
dancing when our feet hit the floor
When she feel the heat she tell me lock the door
Say no more
One way out when you say those words
I go and roll
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
a dinosaur with a bad knee
Or sounds like a zombie cause he grunts and moans
And can't even work a telephone
I'm not saying go for a guy who's got hella cash
you?! Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept askin' me as I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock on the door
"Who is it?", that's what my brothers barked
suicide!
Cuz that's the only thing that makes em go away forever
So I can finally rest in piece from this disturbing behavior!
You'll never understand my
kissing on north while it was two o'clock at night
A good guy now, I ain't hitting whenever
Even crashed my car spitting together
You know when the kiss
like twenty it’s light
Okay get a piece and don’t bite
AP get it and we don’t swipe
Hate me cause I ran off like twice
They said I Zo
Get it and go
But i couldn't let her go coz whao the pussy nice
She got another man i know, took my advice
But why it gotta be gustavo, my own guy
Ahn ahn drizy how
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