Lyrics:
the Carlton
You don't know me like you think you do
You don't know me like you think you do
I have been hated and loved
And I hope this means something
love horns and brass, I always have. Horns and brass go back to the beginning of time, they go back to music.
You can go not that far back
an entertainer
And I will try to make you saner
At least turn your frown upside down
Her take a look upon my face
It's dark, I know you can't see at all
woken up and seen
Disappointment's just perspective and
You're sinking out of sight
In case you're asking me, I'm fine by the way
And if you're asking
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
alright
She's the leader of the band
She's the leader of the band
(So take my hand) so take me by the hand
(You're the leader of the band)
'Cause you
and oboes and saxophone solos
Now I know and you know love is like a big brass band
nigga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself
I'll do anything for you baby you know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Gucci they like "sir
know, what you know
What you, what you, what you know about that
Pop that pussy like it is a rubber band
She know that I like it on hand stands
They
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Touch me, I'll shoot (bow)
Shake a little ass (money)
You
ravished
Is it that hard to live a life by your own tactics?
LOR, lost, only reminiscing
Life's own rebirth in its locus of reckoning
LOR, an acronym that
at the core
I can't find mine but I don't care anymore, I am no longer envious of yours
If you don't wanna help you wanna fly by yourself that's fine I don't
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
runnin'...
1st Salesman
Well, I don't know much about bands but I do know
you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps
bands
I'm going dumb like a mani-can
If I think it man then I know I can
We can get it popping I don't need a Xan
Flying through the green like I'm Peter
Time keeps ticking by and I keep getting older
I sometimes wonder what the hell all this is worth
I want to go back and get a rebirth
I wonder if I can
And they all stood around
And stared at me
Two brunettes and a blonde
Then the old brass shrugged and said
We don't know where she's gone
Later on I
don't think we should continue this
My existence be ambiguous
I'm a wanderer, they can't handle her
Said the rebirth, so don't think you know me
You is
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
ignite the rebirth of M.C's lyrically,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold,? What do you really see?
I see
it
Don't wish me congratulations
I know you been feeling jaded
I learned the game and obeyed it
Now im up by a landslide
Apply pressure and watch me
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
every moment, time pass by
These new rappers too emo
I'm just stackin' bread, I put my bitch inside a mink coat
Told you niggas desert eagle, check your
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