Lyrics:
Relief for the pain, get a migraine
Think and find an answer in my way
Trynna find a will to live another day
You can take it away, but I'll find another
on my life
I need that
Two trees in the yard
New leaves on the trees
They live to a hundred and eighty amount
No smoke in the room
No smoke in the lounge
live in
The system
Melancholy kicks in like Pele
Thinking bout the way we slaving out for a pay day
Mayday
We some bad ass kids like our mom's name was
moving, moving, moving
Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
I cannot use it
I don't want the news
I won't live
only here on loan
It's by bread alone
You're livin'
Call this livin'
In this jingle jangle jungle we call home.
I live in a jingle jangle jungle
you saw, baby
Shawty tell the truth, I'm wavy
Stars in the ceiling, baby, roof goin' crazy
Swimming in it, I feel like I live in the Matrix, baby
straight out the seal
I don't care, it's wherever we see him
Pussy boy better hide in the crib
I don't care if he out with his kid
'Cause he ain't 'posed
Whole lotta fucking rumors
Is that so
Hurd they got money on my head
I'm right here
Huh
Huh
Huhhhh
I'm cig dog in the town
Nikka You a pup
the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get that, pal?
Once it's war, nigga, skip town
'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with
with her friend
Swimming in the pussy guess I'm in the deep end
I'm just saving lives is what they don't understand
Talk me ya talk me ya
Rock adidas,
plats i den varma kroppen
Och Eagles sjöng för mig
Den sommaren
There's a new kid in town
Jag visste de sjöng den till mig
Och löftet jag gav då håller
cutthroat, live through the wire
The West Coast G's is on fire
Chorus...
??? & YOUNG PROD:
Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rental
Q-fo'-fever, evil side
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister
For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour,
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
the point if you always try to fit in?
No depend on others, that's how I live it
I put some trust on me, making it real with no limits
Working better under
peacoats with pumps in the sleeves
Pull up in yellow Bimmers like we fuckin' Latin Kings
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left the TEC by the swing
Pay fees
people, Stuart.
But they don't know what the queers are doing to the soil.
You know that Johnny Werzner kid -
the kid who delivers papers in
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
cut like a knife
Mickey and Grandpa
Day in the life
They’ll play ride ‘em up cowboy go to town
Ride ‘em up cowboy don’t fall down
Row row your boat
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
(brrt)
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
She cook up and jab with the fork (jab)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
By the pair, I got
Then I drive to the town where the fam used to eat
Reminiscent on the days when the kid was naive
Ignorance was bliss, I could live happily
But I grew
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