Lyrics:
fill these baggies up as fast as you we can and we'll be on our way
Tic-toc tic-toc
Yo, we're running outta time
Alright, back up slowly
Lets take off
streets lit by streams of dawn
Once there was a time
When I held that heart of yours
But then our dreams they roamed
Our dreams they roamed
Violet bruised
runnin in circles
Oh my I think I just let you ruin my life
Never been this close to paradise
I lose track of time with you right by my side babe
This got
time
Never turn your back
On a man with a darkheart
Never
Turn your back
On a man
With a darkheart
Never
Turn your back
On a man
Of the Darkarts
Never
I was born for this, time to kill this shit
I do it for my city, man I'm talking Brooklyn bisssh
I do it for my city man I hope you feel my shit
eggs
Saw you for the first-time way down in my block
Talking to a family friend
You are not from the slum
Beautiful being
Well created by the maker
And if you think that my team's not fed 'round here
Then you made a mistake
The city hopping in the Summertime and I’m the blame for it
By the Winter time
my point of views, these just my thoughts man so if you dont agree that’s cool but they just my thoughts. EVERYTHING FACTUAL
I go by the name
on grants an loans
how many times will they Cancel shows
shutdown lockdown m6 closed
government don’t wanna see man grow
Bridge 1
We all struggle going
In spring a young man's fancy is supposed to turn to love
An older man takes time to reminisce
He takes the path from Helford on a sunny afternoon
cold
And the morning's feeling very old.
Fifteen months of time my man's been gone.
The second winter now is coming on.
And our fates could all be worse
with
The way my verses stick 16's just a standard clip
And by the time you try to go back
It's too late to rewind them lines and folks celebrating a damn
getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (Ho!)
I got them folks on the right,
the CounterAgents
Giving you the strengths of the day
We promote to evoke
The bourgeois to realize
The social block
It's strange
Our insights were created
By the very
(DJ Durel)
Girl, come on (come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (this my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long
Last night, fell in love with a girl
She be my type
I'm so lost in a world
Full of white lies
I'm controlled by your love in the night time
She wants
because its not our choice don't mean it must be earn
Respect worth getting, not by fear it will be earn
Yu is a threat to a man so your skin him ago burn
I
(We made it!)
Ah, tryna step on my toes, man
Tryna knock on my woes, man
Y'all should already know, man
(We made it!)
Ah, tryna take this shit real,
by them white folks
Every time we kill each other they be like so
Time to bet up on our self and let the dice roll (ooh)
No time for being ignorant Its
on it prime time oh yeah fuck em huh
So who said I couldn't do it I'm like fuck em huh
Now she wants the d all because I'm awesome bruh
Bitch I'm boss by
Our home
I've had the time of my life
By your side
And now the petals died
I think that I'm losing my mind
I've had the time of my life
By your side
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely
rap goddess
Cause me and pmd we get ours regardless
So get the bozack.. p..
[parrish smith]
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses
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