Lyrics:
stoppin'
Tryna finish projects 'fore I'm in a coffin
Call that legacy, I got so many
Things waitin' ahead of me, tryna be seventy
Feelin' like twenty-three
they are
crmored in beauty marks fools call scars
Feet of clay need to be beat
No throwing out shade to avoid the heat
See, the ravine between weak
hand. Now Jonathan's your man
And yet, here you are with me
Even Renfield dare not defile a cat as fair and as tasty as thee
(Did you call me?)
Oh,
getting all foolish
Everything I do they blame it on music
If you lose touch or if I don't call
They say he's too big he's starting to lose it
They starting
the way she deepthroat
Silly niggas always want a hero
This shit rip through a vest, I got cheat codes
My life is the Matrix, bitch, I'm Neo
My bitches
do, do, do do do, do
do, do, do do do, do
do, do do do do do
Oh, when you call me weird names and make all kinds of weird faces
when you drive me
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
I learned to make 'em run like the R+everend
But I never had a 9 milli or a mac 11
I was enticed by the G life
When I met them boys from the east
says he's calling me
Wait 'round 'till 3
No call, Typical
I've been through this before
I can't take anymore
Why should I spend my time on you?
I know
momento de alma nua
Paro por um segundo com teu cabelo à chuva
Diz-me se vale à pena, ya viver para esta luta
Cause I've been through it all
São 3 da
Maybe I don't love you
I just love mystery
Well did you get my calls?
I left you two or three
Now are you going deaf,
Or just ignoring me?
I
last one
Having nothing in common with the outside world
The only way to reach them is to spray it on the walls
Because no listens to your calls
So - in the beginning there was hum
From a poet whose pulse fell drum drum drum!
He would perform prayers and all
Till one day he heard a voice call
The flowing stream...
A shape of a woman on its shore
She's washing my cloak
Which was stained by the clay of time
Her eyes are so sad and full
in your city, in your city but my flight's in the morning
All my clothes, all my clothes are on the floor and
We only got 'bout three or four hours
phone call we send for the hit-man
people die and no names get mention
people get prang, flo dan too nang
drive by shooting in a transit BANG BANG BANG
that thought and your wheel in motion
All the mirrors are gone, you feel the motion of
The past getting closer, infinite on this tape
Minute by minute,
Bein' the bigger man
Left me to return the phone call
You told me you saw
My face in the papers
Hope it's not a case of the vapours
You askin' for
back to scrams, had me stuck in a jam
I didn't understand, where we went wrong
I tried to block you out, but you call on the phone
I want to, bad
Nickatina says cast ya votes
Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats
Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes
And R&B niggas, ya'll clear your
He's just the blind man in the bleachers
To the local home town fans
And he sits beneath the speakers
Way back in the stands
And he listens
was broke, man, I begged two banks for a loan, why was every bank rude?
Now they wanna call my phone, won't leave me alone, bo nie jestem bankrut
OKI
is what they want you to do
a mother of 3 was made a wife, after her 4th child died
the father felt guilty for his evil way and offered his girl
behind those eyes
'Bout how I dressed and what I liked
Are they impressed when I go by?
But really, whatever they thinkin'
It's not like I'm gonna die,
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