Lyrics:
I met a new me at 8 am
The other one got lost
This was not a trade in
Although I wouldn't believe the cost
I woke up crying as we said goodbye
for those that do,
This is for you
This is for my baby
This is for my girl
She's my lady
Yeah I love her
Wouldn't trade her for another
Good
a third time
I'd trade it all for a stairway to heaven (a stairway, stairway)
I'd take my time 'fore I climb up to the top of it (stairway)
I'd trade
on chill, shoe game nasty
The bank roll won't even fold
These niggas jealous
I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
These niggas jealous
Grandpa was a jack of all trades he was a master of none
At the end of the day he'd find a way to get it done
He built a doll house for Mama a dream
a trade-off
Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
Now turned on like I'm the shit
Bitch I told you how it gets
It's that mix, ain't rap long
Rap,
WON'T YOU OPEN UP THE BORDER
TO RIVERS RUNNING GREEN?
I HAVE KILO LOADS OF PLASTIC
TO TRADE FOR PUMPKIN SEEDS.
I KNOW FOLKS IN WICHITA AS WELL
skill is developed
If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement
Crackin it open hopin
the peanut butter
So don't be jelly
And if you want to trade
I'm gonna say, ""no way""
Cuz PB and the J
Is how I'm gonna stay
Don't want your tuna
Can't
even real?
For your information I'd borrow and steal
If you'd save me. Please save me.
Through everything I lost, and all the shit it cost
I'd trade
In my past
I'd wish for something different from what's within my grasp
Now I've grown
I wouldn't trade my world with anybody that I've known
So they say you should trade your fairy tales
For a day when the rain comes
But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail
'Cause to me it's way
dream
But I'd trade every fancy present I ever had or ever will get
For the night of the tumbleweed Christmas tree
Daddy sat it on the dinette table
I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade
I follow my father's trade
I follow my father's trade
I follow my father's trade
Ah but
I'm in a cul de sac
And I gotta go back
So come on feet
We're gonna hit the streets
We've got it made
I'm looking for trade
I'm looking for love!
I'm
think you've reached your time"
I'm tired of wearing buckskin
I think I'll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids don't wanna
escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am
And I think you've reached your time"
I'm tired of wearing buckskin
I think I'll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids
human beings be...
Hip, hip, hooray! for the garment trade
Hear the cheer to push the music hits us everyone
Day after day...they go on this way
Somewhere in passage of morning to night
Figures fade into the wind
Delighted in trials and purposely exiled
Trying to trade the day for the night
greater than this
I promise you it doesn't exist
And I wouldn't trade places for what I know
But I'll do something for you
No one else is going to do
me in the eye, she never answers back
If I could buy a ticket, I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind and marry you someday
Staring at my
summer's gone, I'll live with that
I do, I do
Oh, I do
Everything I've dreamed about is coming on
Trade it for a moment in the sun
All that other
I'm in a cul de sac
And I gotta go back
So come on feet
We're gonna hit the streets
We've got it made
I'm looking for trade
I'm looking for love!
I'm
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