Lyrics:
guidance is protection at its best Angels flocking to the boy, and painted silhouettes
Don't judge a man by the way he gonna dress
Nike sweatsuits been
Ewwwww noooooo
Heat is rising
I am dying
Feeling like
I'm Falling
For the same old tricks
But it's good because I love ya
Eww nooo
Why does it
haven't been the same
cnd I ain't the one to blame
Take the XD, go insane
Wait for the SWcT by the flames
Stress knows me by my name
Haven't slept in
No judge or jury ever gonna hear the story told
Down by the bayou
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Tryin' to play with the 'caine
Same old story
that Bentley
Don't think I won't shoot out in broad day
Say Conley money be the best money
Got trap houses out the four way
And I ain't never been
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
The best guidance is protection at it's best
Angels flocking to the boy as painted silhouettes
Don't judge a man by the way he gonna dress
Nike sweat
And sometimes by accident
It's tragic but
Shit not normal
Sorry never sorry
Sick of keeping this shit cordial
Til it's formal between you niggas
On record til
sobbed
For Frank no one said prayers
On an old oak tree Frank was hung
As the mob posed for pictures
In the Georgia wind he swung
Surrounded by the racist
to live by the golden rule
That was long ago and I'd like to say
I love you in the same old way, a-ha
I love you in the same old way
Ho!
Mmm, heaven
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Rap game Jeff Van Gundy
Disgusted by the league I love
In rare form because I confronted
All the me’s I was
And told ‘em it was time to
Grow into the me
Just got my fresh fade, check out my line
Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy"
"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea)
I've been on the fritz and lately been off the shits
I almost called it quits til I put in my all my chips
No Arthur but I used to ball my fists
Now
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
somethin', they want it the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block, the windows is so hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way
Underdawg turned to a king, King of that SC
Pussy niggas try to jack my crown, were not in the same league
If I die all I know is I'm a mutha fuckin legend
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
No more watchin' the world from my doorstep
Passin' me by
And I just keep changin'
These colors, colors, colors, colors
I'm not in the same place
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