Lyrics:
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
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like
a fright
Sitting back these pockets tight
Spicy as fuck
No ice like McDonald's Sprite
Any opp be gone and testing my might
King Arthur way we chop beef like
the same old shit just a different day
Nothing left to do or say
It's the same old shit just a different day
Same old shit just a different way
You know
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
the same old thing in some new ways
Stressing ourselves and for what Some new toy
Some new toy
After a hard day's pay
Soring body and mind is gray
Lining
High as I am blasted space man rafting
Sway the stream cos Im late
Make way for the brass
Tape deck replacing my heart
Couple days in the fast
the master is on the Mic
No drug can compare to my perspective of Flight
I'm just a vehicle, driven by the Flame, you the same
Bringer of knowledge in this 3D
my stash
I put it in the air when my tires hit the slab
I'm a good fella who did rain no umbrella
But won't solicit my funds like a bank teller
Same
part ways
Me then my guys we dey ball from the old days
No be say I dey I wan talk nyaa
But nobody for here be my rap mate
Money we no get but the plans
old watch, y'all fuck the same old bitches (I'm pretentious)
Y'all buy the same old cars, y'all take the same old pictures (stupid, y'all niggas
My old man was a good old man
Skilled in the moulding trade
In the stinking heat of the iron foundry
My old man was made
Down on his knees in
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
know how much it hurt to be alone
The same substance, the same action, the same reaction
A child arrived
Next thing I knew, my head was in my lap
Next
Poppin tops off like higher kings
Yeah I’m getting dangerous better bring the cavalry
Had some old friends but they'd rather rat on me
That’s the only
camera would reveal everything the same
Like kissin' you every mornin', lovin' you day by day
Dreaming dreams of you and every old way will
When
a nigga wanna learn how to play the drums
Ba dum chhh, pa-rum pum pum pum
I sing the same song that I sung to your mum
When I grab her by the head then I
The only way to discover the limits of the possible
Is to go beyond them into the impossible
Arthur C. Clarke
It all comes in a time that you don't
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
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