Lyrics:
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
(Same Time) s:
The day, end it peacefully bF:
Face looks like a used condom the bottom
S: We can do this easily
BF: Don't get why you're so mad
Just
look in the new tints
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
Uh, If I could say so myself, I came a long way
Even though I feel like the same old John J.
Nothin'
as welcome as the flowers in May and we love you in the same old way
We've been waiting for you day by day you're as welcome as the flowers in May
We've been
killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to get so old I shit my pants and lose my voice
It's my life; when to end its' my choice
I'm tired of being the epitome
will share our dreams
Here we are again facing the same old sights
Lookin' for someone who will share our nights
will share our dreams
Here we are again facing the same old sights
Lookin' for someone who will share our nights
these same old bars, with the same old beers
And I believe that you and I
Deserve a little more than just getting by
So what do you say to somewhere new
I
I popped the clutch on that old red Ford
Her daddy would holler and run to the door
Dust would fly as we flew down that old gravel driveway
These old habits, been relapsing
But I'm back at it
Head held high, I have a dream
Dreaded eyes, goals can't be seen
Keep passin me by, no need for
I'm just a nigga that's playing
Don't mean to bring up old shit home girl but I'm just saying
You love the fast life
Got all that weed, got all that
dreams
You and I surrounded by these
Colors
It's like no other
And All that I see
These bright dreams
You and I surrounded by these colors
It's like no
shit, but I could back up game
The way you silly motherfuckers on the
Mic talk the same old same
How you wouldn't hesitate to
Kill, buck, rack, attack
Ask
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
the same
Except for you my old friend
Decades have rolled right over like a passing of a glance
And our lives summarized by photos in our hands
But it pains
like a potion
I don't feel ok I set my heart out to probe it
Two old times regret that I got to hold and
A whole lot of dreams that I got to let go
feeling that I want to chase
So far it seems, like it's in my dreams or nightmares
I can see you hold me by the staircase
Even though I have trouble
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
tune
Lost in the rhythm beneath the same old moon
Dreams slipping softly in the quiet hum
Longing for a melody to break the numb
But maybe in
feet
But behind those smiles, we all knew, we'd hardly enough to eat
Cruising down Missouri Street, with Travis in his old Ford ride
We're chasing dreams
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