Lyrics:
to make your mind?
So
Come to the light
To the trial of fears
Seek all aside
Find the something you've lost
All that reminds
Any turn of those feelings
I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
my flag up on display
We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common
It reminds me that I came from miles away
D.R., P.R., we are not
right, sorry
This time a' night
I always end up spoutin' the same old tripe
It reminds me of this time I
Was tryna find my mind
In the back of this rave
the part of a ghost
Reminds me of the path that was beaten
And long rosed
I wish it was, I wish it was all love that was shown
I wish it was, I wish it was
I got something to prove
Never had so much to lose
Look in the mirror & get in my groove
Tell her she really the truth
Tell her to get in the booth
the underworld
This lifes a bitch, shit reminds me of my other girl
Yea I hate to see it unfold, but truthfully speaking, no one knows where he goes
We don't
me the best advice
Matthew 6:33
Forever be
The way my G O D
OD'S me
In love and grace
Spirit's fruit
Perfect pair
Perfect suit
Remind myself that my
You remind me of a dream
Something that can't be touched, only seen
You bright as fuck, sunbeam
You showed me everything ain't what it seem, I mean
on the sheets by me, next to mine
Say, love is a labor; it's something we make
Twenty-five eight, I work overtime
barely get by
I know you feel the same inside
Remind me where I've been
I want to remember the path that let me in
How 'bout I reset what was gifted me
well done by men.
I am thinking of that stylist, Stan.
c nincompoopy worm!
You wanted something done on top.
c foxy spiral perm.
nights
I can't describe the way I'm
Feeling inside
Something ain't right
You gotta move with your eyes open
Stay focused
Know that you chosen
By the one
floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
Burnin up all of yo bridges baby
Made of bread don't turn me toast
Baby say she Hindu well
I'm trynna get behind u
Tint all black my windows bitches
to
to ignore you
And be with myself and I
I just need you
you to come through
And know that I said goodbye
(Oh)
There's something inside of me that
(Oh)
the nigga, it go "blam," uh (you're out of line)
A nigga out of line, uh
I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
Well, you sleepin on a heater..
Nah, I ain't never been the type to sleep...
Me either!
And that reminds me, we just recorded 90 new treats (uh huh)
Our
there's nothing left
The man in the mirror as familiar as a stranger on the street
Just another loser walking by pretending he's still got something left
got my history
Ancestors speaking this lineage
Im in the booth with my vengeance lit
She remind me of my music
Something natural I’m in tune wit
Another story here for the headlines
Love be my destiny
Destiny, I'm lost
Inside there's something deeper
With you, it keeps me warm
Love be my
were listening to him i
Loved the way he played
There was something about
The way he played that captured me
It was the way I wanted to play and knew
on the phone
And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad
Reminds me of a situation that I once had
Spent that, spent this endless relentless
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