Lyrics:
Missing you used to mean 2am grab the keys
In the car, on your street knocking by 2:03
Missing you used to mean messing up
Telling my friends,
about a label grab my medication
Cloud 9 really high all this got me levitated
You gone feel the pressure of this gas cuz we chamber ready
I can't ever
So divine, my life path's number nine
Thirty-sixth chamber, blessings and hard times
Sharp mind, but I got blood in my eyes
I'm following this path
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in
to the almighty sun
Circumnavigated by globes
He was the one
Known to be the center
The chambers of his heart were made for no man or woman to enter
Made
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
the things no one would see?
There’s only one answer and I have the key
And I’m holding it close ‘cause the kid in the story is me.
I ain’t ya typical
Killin' these fools is ritualistic
Gifted and spiritual
Though it’s seemin' as if you too lyrical, they ain’t feelin' you
Watch us
'm supposed to do
Write songs and move on to some better things
So if you call, then just know imma let it ring
I got six, seven, eight, nine, ten Missed Calls
you
Burning it down with you it's not your average 9 to 5 but I'll get by this is real life
You hold my hand and I'll hold the knife
Maybe it's wrong
five, forty six, forty seven
Forty eight, forty nine,
forty nine, point one, forty nine, point two, forty nine, point three
Forty nine, point four,
forty
may know why, still I will get by
Oh, there was so many things
That we could have shared, uh-huh
And time was on our side (time was on our side)
Oh,
of the mask made of aluminum
And I'm rocking like Baldwin on the gates of Jerusalem
We're in a container
And like a jammed pipe of a nine
It's two of us here
and 2 and the 9/11
Moral of the story is survival of the fittest
Scramble of resources, it had to be a business
In the grand scheme of things, it's about
I'm walking that 8 mile/ I don't fuck with no fake niggas I stay blowing that purple/ welcome to the transformation chamber/ call me Steven Q Urkel
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
on my eyes
Who am I
Who am I
FREEQUENCY3 Liv Lee
Or a lonely soul begging to be free
Freedom is a funny thing to me
You only realise you're far from
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
By
We wake up every morning,
In the early eyes of dawn
roll on out of bed, kiss,
And put the coffee on.
By 9 or 10 I feel as though,
I've worked
I get a call, 9 in the morning, I'm reaching for the phone
Meech got some work for me, I'm guessing i can tag along
East side, Clinton and kelly, i
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
missing you
Before the goodbye
Kinda hard for me to let you know
Still don't let my feelings show
How much I will miss in you
All the little things
missing you
Before the goodbye
Kinda hard for me to let you know
Still don't let my feelings show
How much I will miss in you
All the little things
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