Lyrics:
that I'm sorry you make me less of a man
Or at least I was told, by a nigga named I.V
Back when I was going through a phase up in a city
Ri-riding
I wasn't clear cus he just don't understand (no he don't) I ain't looking for no man (no scrub) they say it's our new normal but I just want this
from me
And all I can say right now is that am sorry
This is the story about a young man and a women
Who loved each other so much they would stand for
you cry Sorry for the lies, sorry for the pain
Sorry for the games, so sorry babe But I'm trying to change
Trying to be the man that you know I can Gave
down for my homes, son
Lemme talk to ya for a second,man, come here, come here
I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy
if I did it
luck
Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety
Grow up watchin' well dressed
enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.
I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she
to worry
Did you love me back then?
Fell for you, didnt gave a fuck
'Bout how it might end
Shattered by tears now
Shattered by the pain
Taking all day
of innocence
By doctor or father or someone else
But that's all too far away
So close when she bites in my vein
I have a black hole in my head
Searching for
lose control, but not my soul
Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold
Sell for the black man, to buy me control
P, Tek and Kweli,
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
love me?)
I've been held, closely by a stranger
We came to give love
To our die hearted real bitches
That stick through they man through
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
Yea
It's your boy KGB Man
I'm happy you stayed tuned
Listen to this one
I'm playing hip hop-eration
Bars my tools, of operation
I bring hip hop
caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK
Let the pistol smoke the one you live by
Die by, examples of how relationships can be
I rolls the dice,
me
Drowning in my sorrows it was too deep
But the lion was friends with the black sheep
I was lost all up ina (In a) Tahoe
Got it switched for
Novocain in the veins
I’m different from all of you
I’m proud of it too
Cause monkey see, monkey do
Man down that’s about to be you
For thinking that we
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, oh by jingo
We're painting our faces
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, oh by jingo
We're painting our faces
Yeah (ah-ah), yeah
Dresscode black
Dresscode black (Aziz)
Dresscode black
Dresscode black (yeah, ah-ah, yeah)
Dresscode black
Dresscode black
didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for
your fault
Not her fault
Only fault
She's a fault
She shakes that ass for the cake
You made a mistake man
Epicenter of attention
Cuz her body stays
sound effects)
Make all my own shit man nobody can do me better (uh, yeah!)
You playing yourself listening to anybody else why would you settle for lesser
been wrong
So baby, what are we fighting for?
I've run out of ways to say that I'm so sorry
It's never too late, so let's start over
Are we crazy?
For
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