Lyrics:
The only one, the only that gives me hell
Sometimes it feels like I'm just talking to myself
Far away
You got me standing in the outfield
By the way
The only one, the only that gives me hell
Sometimes it feels like I'm just talking to myself
Far away
You got me standing in the outfield
By the way
Come on, get up and go
Another true story, another true story
Running through airports, waiting at stations
Hoping you'd be there, wanting
to self reliance, so when it gets hard I just start praying
I don't even fold my hands
I just cross my chest and start the day by sparking a half 8th in
gone be your year
Through the hard times
you stuck by my side
cin't no turning back
It's just you and I
steady rolling
I think that I might
Fuck
sandwiches with nigel on the road
I’m doin the talkin if it’s is really truth be told
Gotta shoot the table up if u think I’ma fold, yeah
And still the answers
a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the games over, we gon' be out after dark
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
I write
Feel never wrong always right
Every time that I am with you
I belong by your side
It won't be long till we ride
Through the night away
Then the clouds broke apart
Then the sun reappeared
No, it didn't, but it felt like it did in my heart
I wanted to live again
Oh, by the way we lost
Take a look at my wife oh!
What a beauty
What a trip it is
My mantras and my unit
They be psycho
For every time
That I got chased
By the 5'0's
And every
better dead it
Po wock by the dub when i’m fighting depression
Cause bills kinda late and my mama been stressing
My choppa gone flash like a camera
Them
sweet revenge on your worst enemies
It's partyin' all night 'til breakfast at Denny's
That's a grand slam
Move the outfield way back, I'm swingin'
I'm so broken it's annoying
Kapakahi permanently
Limpin', trippin', Lolo Jonesin'
By that I mean I'm still training
2020 vision
3 years of meditation
niggas feeling)
We feel the same way you feeling
Let it be known (let it be known)
What the blood clot you niggas dealing
You crash dummies cash rules
villains
We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)
What the blood clot you niggas dealin, you crash dummies
Cash rules, still
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
Yeah ah
I was made by the mess (Play with the drip it got slippery splash)
I was made by the mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that)
I
Just look out the window left a gift in the sky
I forgot the ribbon I bet Stevie could see it
Outfield catching feelings guess its obvious
Comet by
ride by looking like a drive by
Anytime thinking it could be a homicide
I Broke down when I heard mama died
Grew wings been angel in my eyes
Angels in
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Jesus Christ has entered the building
And you can call it Bryant’s theme
The way I’m hitting these streets, it’s like a riot scene
Jesus Christ has
sweeping rocks
By age 20 learned to be a boss
10 years plus I’m a bit wiser
And I’m just giving Blueprints to an empire
I never wanted to be known
the positivity fully express my gratitude
Thankful for your motivation
Could never be mad at you
Its like
No sweat
I can do it
You can do it
Lately hearing that
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