Lyrics:
This is a poem I haven't thought about writing yet
I say that because, to think of the words I'd write
Would require me to unzip the scars from my
had no time to write a letter to you
I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you
Ain't nothing else to do but get paper
Ain't nothing else to do
Ain't
sure faster than me
I thought about the sunsets that would take place there
And about being present for them by your side
Only to miss the colors in
Lady your arms're always warm and your bed was always ready when I came
Lady in the middle of the night
You would open up when you'd hear me call
success
in history, about 300 years?
John: haven't a clue.
Yoko: well, maybe it's still yet to happen,
you see. That's why we're trying to do it.
In other
old to new
on to the next yeah its a play by play
the same old thing when the daylight change
flex on dishonor yeah say what you say
who would
see me ball, keep it spherical
Man what these people be talkin' bout? I don't even know
Man what they really goin' on about? I don't even know
Man what
the rock,
I pray, that you would know him well,
This is like show and tell,
It's more than a show, I'm showing you Emmanuel,
So yeah I'm hopin' that you
(Untold)
Gets exposed for me to tell
Let me tell you about my life
He struggled (Working retail to get by)
He knew that money was evil enough to dress in
today
Xscape, the pressure that I face from relationships haven't gone my way
Xscape, the man with the pen that writes the lies that hassle this man
nigga, i actually came up with the
Idea to write that
(You laughin' but that shit
Ain't funny man) it was funny at first but
A day in the life
Of mister
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
seven feet tall
What would you do?
What would you say?
How would you feel?
I'm tellin' you man, Jimbrowski is located in your nearby neighborhood
seven feet tall
What would you do?
What would you say?
How would you feel?
I'm tellin' you man, Jimbrowski is located in your nearby neighborhood
know I try, stand by, don't you know I try
Won't give up on you till the day I die
I've been around about six years or so, tried to stand up on my feet,
that I would fall in love? (Fall in love)
Who is that boogie man you're thinkin' of? (You're thinkin' of)
Or am I crazy 'cause I just eloped
This is
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
And we'll squash this
Look, I'm a producer
But if I write bars for a beat
Just know that I'm doing it justice
I'm done caring about your opinions
If you don't
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
a second, and find in you some empathy
That was somewhere only we know, only known by the 3
Somewhere only we know, where I would write my poetry
Facing
13 Years old, contemplating suicide
What would cause a young girl, to wanna take her own life
Her folks don't even know it, I'm thinking, "Are you
a trap, to look at him or her
And think what would occur
If we had this or that (It's a trap)
It's a trap, no matter where you've been
All gifts they come
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