Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
on slowing down
I’m writing this alone candles lit and all around
Judas stabs my back as Pontius stares without a sound
By the time the cops show up my body’s
Sarah sits alone, curled up by the telephone
With a bottle and a wine glass in her hand
And she cries about a time somewhere back inside her mind
out, by the bench now
Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out
Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out
Man, I thought that I would lose it,
drain
Mana I had so many hopes and dreams
(Verse 3 by J-STORY)
MAN I, GUESS I MUST OF LIKED PAIN
DRUGS HAD ME HOOKED LIKE FISHES TO THE LINE BAIT
cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
I'm a man
Father taught me: work as hard as I can
Said son you're mine
Make me proud or die trying
So I told my hands
Bare it all 'til you understand
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I was in the backs of my classes by
was in the backs of my classes by the kids having asthma attacks
Cause he panicked every single time he sat on his glasses
Every Wonderland have
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name,
acting frantic
I wanna swing my sword, decapitate
But what is a man if he acts like an ape?
So I sit back, planning my great escape
Load up my EPS
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
I guess this shit like a freestyle
Laid back though
To be the have or the have not (not)
I seen niggas sellin' dope through Cash App
I'm seeing
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
Portugal
Where the ocean kissed the southern shore
There a dream I never thought would come to pass
Came and went like time spent through and hourglass
dream
Moving on dreams
Believe my dreams
(Black man powered by the sun, light
Like)
Dream motherfucker, dream motherfucker
Dream
(Dream motherfucker,
dream pursuing tryna get sum cash
Like who you fooling man that shits amusing I sit back and laugh
Aint no choosing no time for loosing we gone get that
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