Lyrics:
making love
When love has me spellbound
(He takes some wine from a servant
Fills his glass)
Italian food the wines of France
I never walk when I can
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
to the streets we're sworn
We've had problems
You and me both
Ha no time to mourn
I see a way but we've gotta move dope
And grab the bull by the horns
Nightmares
Fire burning up and down the streets
Yeah
Fire burning up and down the streets
And it's increasing, I'm at
Yeah yeah yeah, oh
Fire burning up
fades to black”
Ain’t it sad, I don’t have an answer cause our life’s ruled by the higher man’s fist
Got good wit so I still advance quick, like tell me
phone
All these hoes calling my phone
Counting Bands making plays off this iPhone
Sipping dirty dirty in this white Styrofoam
Street light calling I pick
got birds but this ain't hollister
Red bottoms virgins this ain't polish sir
Know we got bands don't count my pockets bruh
Now they treat me like I'm
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
Tell him run up them bands, tell him cut right to the chase
Tell you ain't my man, you gotta work to this cake
You recycled your hoes, you must love
of you
Bands be running up
See the money in the safe these hoes start coming up
You can't come up in my place cause you not one of us
He want smoke
Get
when them shells hit you
For the love of God, better hope he there with you
Niggas out here sad and broke, that's the real issue
But now is not the time
I got me a bag
Niggas they mad, they going out sad
Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag,
of my soul where I don’t get hurt by the words they say I can find some love on a lonely day we walk the streets of the golden sun today yeah, we gonna
three, get your head out the streets, stop running to that gutter
I'm stepping with my brothers, nigga, love him like no other
Always hold him down, keep
the heat
We love the block
We rubber band the money we black glove the glock
I'm screamin' free at last free at last
She used to send me pictures so I
losing all my peers and the ones I looked up to
Love on your people cause that's all that you got
One day they be here, and the next day they not
Big bro
(Anything I rap I did it or seen it)
Huh, like Randy Orton
I'm fighting them demons
(Like Randy Orton, I'm fighting demons)
Huh, ho's too sad, I'm boutta leak
Kent in these streets (streets streets streets)
They call me Klark Kent in these streets. (they do) 'cause I get it I get it I get it I get it I get by
up the bag nigga if the team humble
Real Shit live the by the code Imma fully blown young street nigga
I ain't on the Instagram live talking bout you I
I told my homie you can slide but you may not survive
Mad in these streets i walk outside got blood all in my eyes
I hate to love her when she stingy
Oh, I'll take away
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
Don't it ever get lonesome?
hands off
All 'cause I doubled my bands up (ahah)
Sto dentro al bando, workin', hustlin', sto correndo
Females sending me nudes
And I don't even know
The word's on the street; you've found someone new
If he looks nothing like me
I'm so happy for you
I heard an old girlfriend
Has turned
Shit been getting too deep
Ain't no love in these streets
Put my heart on my sleeves
Stab my back now I bleed
Break one down and I breathe
I gat gas you
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