Lyrics:
For the satisfaction of climaxin'
Nasty flow on some Miss Jackson
Hardcore like pistol grip packin'
In fact when we rappin' it's no slackin'
'Member
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
During World War I life was a struggle in Berlin
And getting food and staple supplies was a big problem
The desperate German people would buy food
tryna fight for the right to get tight, get a life, and make things right
I don’t really know where to stop, how to stop, no
Every time they say stop I
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
the game nothing less
This the intro to my rookie season
Ya'll can tell i'm a little in my feelings
Got me feeling kinda nervous like willie beamen
Fast cars
All things going up up Osa from the North (Osa!)
This ain’t no surprise known my whole life we been them boys (Been them boys)
Ask me why I’m like this
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?
Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so much better
When there's some little something
To do!
Does it
a little bit of faking
For a tiny slight deception
For some insincere affection
(TV: ...committed suicide in his New York Penthouse. He leaves no
Stuck in my element
Bad B's curving
Rob my mans
For pounds and sterling's
Left right thing
Get hit with a world wind
Miss the crosser
Score that
all my life like it is on the line
Please don't call my phone cause I'm on savage time
I just clocked in the booth I'm doing over time
Got money on my
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
want?
Hey, there ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world
'Cause you know I ain't mad at cha, you're just a little girl
See mama's just
AND MY SEMEN SWIMS
TEARIN' DOWN THE WALLS LIKE I'M IN EAST BERLIN
THE DEMON DEEP WITHIN PEOPLE
ME AND HIM EQUAL
SOMETHIN' SO DOPE IT ONLY SPINS WITH THESE
a little deeper in the well
My daddy used to tell me don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things you gotta look way down deep
back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's a tragedy (Lord)
And you better
The Chi bumping Common
But the only thing in common
Is crime and more violence
I play a little game, you say you fly
I’m over fly
I’m the pilot that’s left
We had the same dreams
No one saw what we could see
We were younger
We were younger
Life in black and white
Became colourful and bright
We
I looked down in there
It was was only a dream, I knew
I knew it was new
It was only a dream
I knew it was true
I die
Things come true
I die
They do
in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
ones around, it's singing out loud
It's the little things in life that make me so much stronger
It's the little things in life that show me I belong
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
In the dark so all alone
Slowly reach for the telephone
A message waits just for you
lose a little time
You spend your life in a cage until you believe you'll fly
I knew this nigga was wronger and I done seen the sign
Yeah, just let
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