Lyrics:
been no crystal stair, dawg)
Still tryna keep composure
rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas (I need some money)
Fuckin' with that parlay
for
No more running away
Get off the bus at The Tower Station
At Spinning Jenny's y'know I will be waiting for you
Some of you get saved by Jesus
Some
Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
Gather ye's round let's be bound by the work we started,
Save all your strength for
vision fly by helicopters in the night
Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight
Straight from the bass the deep down low precision
High crime
Wishful, oh to drift
From station to station by feet
The stronger the wings
The weightless the knees
And your bird can sing
Maybe I'm a fool
Dressing in
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask
The servicemen were yellow
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask
The servicemen were yellow
can't take this torture no more, I can't
I can't watch this
Pay the bills, station break
Break it down!
Operators are standing by-cubic zirconium
jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy
In the company
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
you always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
(I saw you at the station,
You had your arm around what's-her-name
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
the palms, half the length of my arm
I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks
I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random
without hiding my heart
Guided by blindness
Defined by the art
I've been starved star gazing
T.V my space station
Mind racing
Realign the pacing
Redesign
said in Soho, leave the "Oh, no"s out
Yes, there is an old cliche under your Monet, baby
You left the station now to the floor with speculation
What
said in Soho, leave the "Oh, no"s out
Yes, there is an old cliche under your Monet, baby
You left the station now to the floor with speculation
What
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
by yourself
Ain't no gang when you're by yourself
Been doubted so many times in my life some times I surprise my-
Ayy
What have you done to be
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