Lyrics:
Duffle Bag Weekends
Verse:
Two cribs but couldn't keep me inside none,
you know tryna be outside until outside's done,
too many reasons to not be
what you need
Let me know if it's me
Cause i'm done wasting time
For you to not be mine
So many things that we just couldn't get right
I always thought
The Same Blood
Yo Niggas not you niggas just because you From The Same Hood
Things Change People Change Feelings Change Too
Nothing Stayed The Same They
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
a mother that her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
From
Of time, because ... he couldn't die
Immortal he didn't have any body
Yet he wanted to die ... for
You so he planned the
Whole thing by clothing himself with
slump
With good intentions
That's when I realized things would
Never be the same because I know who I love
But I barely feel a thing
For the love
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
Because Herman will always be able to cook and clean, but he is mad in the way that he does things. Anyway Ibby told me about this like 5 moths after it
and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality? I don't know
I tried it, I couldn't find it
Now
a better solution
Seems like the more things change, the more they stay the same
Explain what's goin' on with this big-ass chain
Ayo, see I don't buy
distress
Shit ain't been the same since the day that my bitch left
Now I've lost it, mentally unconscious
Music be the only thing thats really being constant
as a weapon
Missiles i'm shooting at em
By them i mean the fake things coming my way
I won't lose the fort. No not today
I will hold it down if i die trying
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
that I hurt you those were things I couldn't keep in
You couldn't believe it
It was misconceiving
I felt that I was nothing
Yea I hope that I meant
the same
As I was before will I ever be more
Than a hollow shell just sitting and
Waiting and praying for there to be more
Didn't think the pain would ever
know we ain't the same thing
Why you gotta lie on my name
Knowing I had to go head on with this train
Knowing I'd be in the camp, Major Payne
Knowing I
I'm not the same as I used to be
All the things you've heard seem hard to believe
Haven't always been good, never really been bad
Most times I've
Affairs of the hearts
Together we've grown
If ever apart
All I want you to know
Is your love is life changing
And I couldn't be the same without you
I wonder how it would be
If a woman made as much or even more than me
There's a thing called equality that's been lacking in this world
It is messed
And saying, born saying, "You know I get live-er when I get fluent"
Ain't been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, hit it and ya
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
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