Lyrics:
and you threw it away
I'm still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Just hear me out, cause I wrote it with faith
Still debatin' whether, you're a waste
Fuck
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
motherfuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet, fail me
not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet, fail me not, this may be
she's crying
She tells me of another great friend, he died
"If he can't make it" I think to myself, I spiral
Weeks go by, stuck, up my waist debt
I Had to grow up
And I ain't wanna grow up
Tried to act my age
But life said to act older
All I had was me
I Couldn't burden my friends
But it made
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
Follow me
Out of the monotony welcome into prophecy
This is where your higher self finds its homogeny
With the lower self and combines the cacophony
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
First off - You niggaz owe me an apology
Thought I was a legend like old Greek mythology
Black in the hood like poverty
In cahoots with paraphernalia
grow, yesterday I was 14
14
Yesterday I was 14
Yesterday I was 14
Don't want to be old, please
Can you take me back to when I was a 14
never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared
the fuck you in the car if you ain’t down to ride
Why grow balls if you pussy you hermaphrodite
Niggas lame but to stress it that’s the old me
I’m tryna
Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna
God really made me this way
Shaped in the clay, imago dei
Bring it back
Bring it back now
With the church crowd
I'm the goat
Only nineteen yet I know
for all I failed to be (I failed to be)
Maybe I can help the world by leaving
Maybe that's the me inside of me"
Aw, hell
Long weekend for
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
Yeah, yeah
Messages I wrote
You don't even know the half of it
I'm pouring out my soul
Take apart my heart then wake me
Back up when I'm old, yeah
Our castle will shimmer with silver and gold
My lady is lovely, you'll never grow old
And I offer this promise, this one thing I know
I do it for
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
rattling old bones"
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross
the moon is bright tonight upon the car wash
So I'm having my Volkswagen washed again
But the way things go with me, the way my luck is,
Just as soon
get up a game?", "No," the soldier replied
"I'm gonna spend a little quiet time with the Lord"
"Looks like to me you're playing cards," his friend
.jpg/208px-John_Lennon_1969_(cropped).jpg "John Lennon")
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