Lyrics:
the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Rob and me lived on the same block
He's kinny garden
I in knee socks
He goin' play doctor over by the docks
Robbin'
[originally performed by The Who]
[I. Her Man's Been Gone]
Her man's been gone
For nigh a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here
Her
SO I went Berkeley
That summer was weird
Almost lost my virginity and hung out at the beach
LONG TOEs
Berkeley turned out toxic
Junior Year was a blast
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
her hardest test tonight
A thin blue line will bring the news, confirming all her tears
And someone just got hired for a million dollar bonus
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
activities it isn't even in the same category
Your best friend, your equal, the blue eyed boy next door that you told your
Family was your soulmate when you
The devil's got Bugattis for sale
Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well
Bitches by the boatload, filling up your coke nose
Hope we don't end all up in
back and so they're comin' back for me
40 Years ago I took the money and run , 50 million dollars abound
I spent it on booze and burned the rest in
kiss
Always thinking how I miss
My happiness
A million years it seems
Have gone by since we shared our dreams
But I'll hold you again
There'll be no
Blue dreamer
Say you wanna be
Superhuman
Millions at your feet
Yeah, you dreamer
One day you're gonna be
More than you are
So say you wanna be
Why
heard that shit before
And I say "Uh huh, oh yeah, you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere (more news
[Chorus]
41 shots in the summer sky
6 million ways to die
It's been 20 some years since we first set foot on this planet
Take 6 lifetimes
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son
her?
You think she gon' stick around if them twenty-five years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
You think y'all
in
I could never be surprised
Well I've suffered years for one night of sin
Gimme them sexy lies
Let your hair down, Southern belle
Set the skies
but I'm a real cool guy
Started jacking off at the age of five
Chronic masterbator by junior high
I touched my self
Nutted in my teachers eye
No lie
head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use
couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for ALL OF THOSE YEARS, and finally, now, AT LAST, his Royalties!
Royalties!
Royalties...
final years of dues
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
Yes it's he who invented the blues.
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live
Six million next of kin
Ghost pale bone thin
Six million yellow stars
Holiday in cattle cars
Tattoo blue no more name
A different number but the same
you
cnd you know I can't stop until my check is blue
Untill a nigga sell a 100 million records too
But my heart been getting cold and apologies are owed
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