Lyrics:
high
It's all over town, you're chasing around
But I'm not gonna sit home and cry
Remember what goes up must come down
And, Baby, you've been
amazing days flew away to a better a place
imagine a face shattered by the damage it makes
i travel in place i could escape now
i've memorized
I say You're the Christ
(I say it out loud)
Been healed by your stripes
(Yessir)
Ain't gotta think twice
(No way no way)
I give You my life
Lord Lord
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Nie możecie teraz tego spierdolić
I'm DMX the voice of the streets
Make some noise from the west to the east
You have no choice get down
But, shit, I see the frustration
I need an explanation
Why do bitches wanna play with my style?
Like Eminem, I'm runnin 8 miles
Put a list down, you in
She got a bag but I keep her fresh like Nike
Shorty a 10, I’m spending bands
I hold it down it’s the law of the land
I got a Porsche, she got a Benz
down your apartment
Never see me coming like a hit and run
I was on fire but now I'm cold hearted
You're still coming back, never get enough
We're going
check up
I sat down with momma, and we talked bout how I'm the first to go college
And she'll do whatever she gotta make sure I'm proper
And my father
the rain
And life goes by from a front porch swing
You can keep the bitter cold
I'm gonna go south of everything
Why is everyone in such a hurry?
No
bringin' depression
I’m bringing the tree and the drink it’s no question
Backwood so big that it got hypertension
Burnin' it down reach a higher dimension
He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They're gettin' stared at by some off duty
the Dom Perignon
I'm on a strict champagne diet
(Uh-huh)
Fuck up my liver, I ain't phased by it
(Yes sir)
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really
I work down at Ashbury Hill
Minimum wage, but it pays the bills
Cleanin' floors and leadin' hymns on Sunday
Catherine Davis, room 3-0-3
Sweetest soul
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
my heart bad so I wrote down this song
I'm about as sad as they come
Yeah, I'm stupid, stoned and dumb
I'm a pretty pitiful sight
Lately I can't
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
be gone
You're the reason I'm travellin' on
Yeah, don't think twice, it's alright
I'm headin' down that long lonesome road, girl
Where I'm bound
brand new pussy that's about to get fucked
The game don't stop
I'm still gettin' down for whatever, whenever, that's why my shit is hot
Can't keep it
is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show
in my path grow
Well it won't matter over yonder when I reach the other side
I'm a gonna sit down by my Jesus satisfied satisfied
I'm satisfied
brand new pussy that's about to get fucked
The game don't stop
I'm still gettin' down for whatever, whenever, that's why my shit is hot
Can't keep it
I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But when I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, oh Lord
So that I jumped in the river,
ain't bae
When I was down I couldn't get hey
But now they texting me I'm fake
Gotti gang until the death of me
We just a group of apes
And granny know her
heard
I know I know nothing
You think you know it all
You're a fucking nerd fucking absurd
I'm sitting back having panic attacks by
Taking in your fancy
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