Lyrics:
you can make it on your own
By yourself, all alone, without my help
Mister, you just made a big mistake
You think you're a man but you're only
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
yutes' got blood cah' its compact
She ain't free, got a man and he want cat
Now for years gotta get turn doormat
Five kids deep and the guy ain't all that
And I know, that'll I never
For-get you
Ooh-ooh-ooh, forget about you
Oh-oh-oh
All the hustlers
C'mon, that's right
And I know, that'll I never,
At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man
It's three AM and I can't take
My hand off this knife i'm scared and alone
And all I wanna do is die
My
happen to be the dope man
And I'm the man (That's me) yes, shorty, I'm the man
(The motherfuckin man, 'Lo-so)
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
Can you judge a man
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man
By the pattern
fingers (For her love)
By the strength in my hands (For her love)
By the blood that flows in my veins (For her love)
By the pulse of my beating heart
Was proven by the tainted traitor's hand,
For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men,
That was the president, and that was the man
And The Duna
Hold Up And Chill Dem Man Freeze
Light Me The Zoot, Blow Some Trees
Can’t Wife That
She Playing For Keeps
Can’t Wife That
She Playing For Keeps
Raising us up, filling our cups, raising our bucks
And that the frothing of his artisan cocktail was a metaphor for class
And how life was more than all
we're about to set back for a major comeback, man
That's the only thing I've been talking about, nigga
Wait till Max get home, nigga
It's quiet
It's dub
remember man when man's closer no, sir
You don't want me write your name on my rota
If I make time for you, then that's your time
And you know what time that
my son, do not relate your vision to your brothers,
For fear that they plot against you
Indeed, Satan is to man an open enemy
Thus will your Lord
turning back
Inna dark places dressed in all black
many enemies wanna attack
But by God naa no we never slack
See its a long journey
Man I no go lie
And we
Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
Joe Bloggs
Gotta bill a pension now so when I'm older
I can live when I can't get jobs
When I make a song, I ain't looking for a nod
Cause man ah
never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
droppin' by, to say hi
There ain't nobody, that's caring whether I live or die
I have nobody, to tell about, my growing angers
I have nobody, to tell
"what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and you and all these dollar bills"
And we make the style that they try to steal
They be runnin' off with it like
like that (yo)
You're looking for truth
Oh, I got some answers man
So good to me, ah let's get into it
Let's go
Night and day, I ain't scared
in the people I think I love the most
It's hard to trust, I've been hurt before
Take it for what it's worth
I bought a watch and that muthafucka, it
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
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