Lyrics:
the problems that will bind us,
To the ties that wont unfold,
As we cross those bridges and boundaries,
To where we'll never know.
So you hope that I wont let
oh, oh
Memories are mapped out by the lines we'll trace.
As you held me down, you said:
"I'll see you in the future when we're older
And we are
oh, oh
Memories are mapped out by the lines we'll trace.
As you held me down, you said:
"I'll see you in the future when we're older
And we are
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise as the building's crumble
To reprogram ya dead computer, they ain't no future
When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
Hype is not for winners it's for sinners that are losers
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
cabbage
Verbally a savage, Far from average but deep down inside though I see sadness
Liquor and regrets, thoughts I detest
A nigga just needs 4 days in
Pushing this bitch might as well let the doors in would
Let the bitch give me head but she boring
Shawty say she wanna leave it's okay with me pack
Well I was sipping cardboard soup,
With snake semen liquor.
In Sweet Onion City
I was feeling that much sicker.
My
Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only
A 15-year-old black kid'll go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigga
could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us
It's deep-rooted, the music of being
weed seeds in a field
A tree grew all the way up to the sky and I smoked it
Well I seen zig zag as he was zooming in a Z
Looking zorked and zany
a clown
So much liquor
I prolly would drown
Yeah
Aye
I'm proud of me man
Look at me now
I changed my ways
I took off the chains
I'm not slave no more
I
a saint, you're a sinner, you should drown yourself in liquor
People got the minds of demons but they walking on Earth
They somehow get some happiness by
come in all type of flavas
Y'all haters just well we ain't neighbours
Coz my fans scream lyk they in labour(owwwww)
I dnt know y'all iv been rockin
Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We all in a test of time, (God bless us)
one thing let me show you, (show me)
Trials and tribulations, Victory,
it's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look
keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' let ya'll by, yeah, right now
I'm lookin' for
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors came to snicker:
Well, that's what
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
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