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don't pivot
Young black, with a six pack, and a thick sac, what's up
Imma sit back and watch thick backs of this chicks ass and then cut
She say I'm doing

you just can't stand
Park the car on the cul de sac
Secret entrance, slip in the back
Dressed up in an old school tie
Her eyes lock in while she's

Given this gift to make these hits, and now it’s back to business, 
But they still on my dick of course these sucka's sac religious

I done did a lot they

I shed a tear when I reminisce
Them hard times that my pockets had
Yu wasnt around for shii
Meet some people that was fraud 
Jus played my role call

every good thing
Y'all lack in multitude
Combination of some dope rap, the old and new
I'm the motherfuckin' cul-de-sac
You drove into the only way that

Lesson learned, another turn around the
Cul-de-sac, I might just burn a pound off
Another fallen tree nobody heard the sound of
Another fallin' tree

a feeling and I can’t describe it 
Boss and a dawg I guess I’m a hybrid 
 
Showed em my cards try to tear me apart
I’m putting pain in a backwoods cigar 
I

A veil of black that once was gold
A cul-de-sac
A sadness never told
Feeding and living on lies
A yearning for the truth
For someone to soothe

But I saw beyond those cul-de-sacs, football games, and parties by the tracks
I guess by then we both were seventeen, or is that another a Jersey fever

the stars
See I know of blood, sweat, tears, and bruises that come with scars
But I've been building my toughness so I don't really bruise too hard
I done

tears just fill my eyes

I didn't even get a goodbye
Didn't get a last time
Hug that's so tight
A breakdown, can't breathe, can't see, don't leave
Good

like a hurricane/ Tears falling like a hurricane/ I done seen brighter days oh lord I done seen brighter days (x2)

Verse 1
So many bills I couldn’t pay,

wit
We grew up way to fast
And we're only getting older
Can we freeze it for a moment
All the memories
They were good
I could shed a tear driving

sauce
(We do)
If these niggas double cross
(Don't cross)
We Tear them up like its Jaws
(Its Jaws)

But I ain't talking no sequels
(No)
I'm the only one,

Chillin in a cul de sac
You say you repping colors
Wait and see whats inside of the pack
Living in suburbia
Disturbia we bringing on the horrors
Face

flies on American Air

It’s takin’ that fastball over lit scoreboard signs
Floatin’ cul de sac kids kites up on the Fourth of July
It's sendin’ all those

the sacred land on a princess cut and a promise
Imperial sac-religion, a lust for symbolic power
To pillage, plunder and rape for the great American dollar

On the road like Kerouac
Acting how a hero acts
Life can be a comedy with zero laughs
Or a tragedy with tears rolling back
Humpty Dumpty broken

can do the
Brooklyn blues getting to me
I'm crying out for some help my life's a silent movie
I shed so many tears while writing this song for you kid

Was it a cul-de-sac or a country block?
Waiting for your best friend in the parking garage
In the tennis courts, late when you walk the dog
Waiting for

Doom
Cold impervious walls that seem to come alive
As tears fall in succession
And this box made of concrete
Glitters in nothing more then glamorous

cause we switching gears
Can't fuck with nigga he snitch on his peers
Hit him one time now he need veneers
He is a bitch I can see him in tears
He can't

and sheddin' a tear
Ain't takin no more days off, got too much on my mind
Let's run up some more peso, before I flip the lights
Ain't takin no more days off, got

Well I used to know this dime sac from way back
Didn't know how to act around a little mind like that
My hands shakin at her fingertips
Lookin back