Lyrics:
I think the lurch lives behind the wall
I think the lurch is creeping in the corridor
It's been the same day for
3 days I haven't snored
How much
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
just needs
He's my boyfriend
So why am I filled with unease?
It's 2017 and I live like a queen
And I've followed damn near every
One of my dreams
I'm
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
Just got done w a show and
Got my niggah Taz and we flow
It's 3 am up in Oakland
MOS DEF!
The clock strut 3am in the land
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
like a matchbox
Take that to the bank and I keep my hat and mask on at all times
Twenty Twenty style gotta keep the smile going through that fabric
Don’t
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
yuh
20 Missed calls on your phone yuh
20 Missed calls by my phone yuh
20 Missed calls by the hotel
Why we talking trough a phone not seeing each other
Formed by the village of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back
But by the window's still three nickels in
Alhamdulilah ..
By favour and grace yaro masore
Masore yi 3kom nkoaa ohia abo ne ho mmoden 3si me hene
S3 y3 wo wo to amena mu a wo se de3
my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am
6
-one)
Quick-to-pop-the-trunk niggaz, (Twenty-two)
ready-for-the-funk niggas (Twenty-three)
Wild niggaz, (Twenty-four)
them crazy Drunkenstyle niggaz (Twenty-five)
Loud niggaz,
made him
And it's what made the children of today
After twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any
made him
And it's what made the children of today
After twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any
sore anopa
Y3ni sika po a yede p3 bibia di
Na s3 y3pie na y3ba
Won a yede won ka by3 s3 30
Oh mercy
Bo me besia na 3p33 si
Me nya visa a m3ko turkey
I've
steps ahead)
(Three steps ahead)
(Three steps ahead)
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by
clit I get it moistest
I rub da nips Whas all dem noises
Dem demons chatter who dem voices is
(Verse 3) (2:20 - 3:03)
I know I can’t hate chu but I
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
Live my life yeah
I been livin' life
I been pushin' on my twenties and I'm boutta build a life uh
Build a life
It's in sight
Brick by brick from the dust
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nineteen, twenty
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
As a young guy
It’s sad to say I am sad guy
But due to the system
We live by Matt 6:11
3ye Awerehosem
Loner
Adeakye na ma dom
Obiaa ne hopes
I
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