Lyrics:
were saved by the grace of Father Claude (Hallelujah, hallelujah)
The Lord calls folks like me and you like in Bible days of old
Moses had a temper
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
shit without my OG's
Bitches switched got cold feet
Now that Richard Millie just a old piece
Made my niggas richer with no fees
I need All my meds by
to the old day I done had so many cold days
By the way that I be vibin
They can tell it ain't no stoping
I don't run away from my problems
Take it head
always love you the same
As the time we spent by the river
Skipping creek rocks in the clay
Well the water it flows over limestone
Like a song that we
say they heard a rap song
Sounded like some folks they know
But we couldn't find a radio
Hard to express when the world is listening
Hard when
song
Drink Responsibly my nigga driving off that red rum
Bitches out in Salem
Warrior no Draymond
Every single day gone
Bitch is so bad you probably
of the one that holds your worth
To all of my sons and daughters
I wanted to write you a song that's inspired by the Father
I'll never be perfect but the one
unbreakable
Take me back to the good old days, please
Can I go back when we used to dance in
The summer songs and the winter pain
Just take me back, yeah,
something else to do and work on something that's brand new
Like music not in 4/4 time and writing stupid lines
So I'll kill time by writing songs but I don't
to i've improved and learned so much more
The sweat by touch my coolness goes back into the pores
I just wear a simple t-shirt and my old blue jeans
dreams)
Man what became of you the kid I know from back in school (Man I have dreams)
Was very happy he even had a brighter future too
(I want a house in
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
up in Oakland
Take it back to that old school
New school I deals, still keeping the old rules
Let's take it back before the ghostwriting where they
now it's time for high school
Ok now he back to his old ways, now he back to his old ways
Walking through the door in the morning posted by the bathroom
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
10 years
Guess all I'm saying is, I ain't great, just gettin' by
cnd those friends that I had back in high school, all found a job or moved away
Heard
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me
how to fish, I broke his rod in a Gaurie bush,
His kind old face his loving grin, he played fiddle to the Sunday hymn.
The school bus stop on a dusty
fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy
are flying by
It's 70 degrees and getting warmer
Like back in old school summer days
Never had a worry or a bill to be paid
Momma made lunch that day
just pray that we get old
My niggas is gone
If they was not in the field
I won't put they name in a song
I been in the zone
Callin' my niggas from
have the same old school house? Do they ring the same old bell? I wonder if old Gus still runs the jitney bus. Is there a new hotel?
Yes, I'll go back
Puerto Rican, half black...")
Now how old are you?
About six, on my BMX, doin tricks
Back to Middlesex with a couple of poor white trashy brats
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