Lyrics:
The more that you wanna learn
The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets (uh)
American terrorist (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now the poor Klu
They call me the Seeker
I've been looking low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in
of money
And pocket full of keys that have no bounds
But then I think of lovin'
And I just can't get you off of my mind
Babe can't you see
That
I gotta find peace of mind
I know another cord
I gotta find peace of mind
See, this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace
the brokest niggas
But this gunna fix 'em
Let me get my 2 guns, for rappers that can use help
Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt
Just
to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
and gentle when you say goodnight
Just squeeze me but please don't tease me
I get sentimental when you hold me tight
Just squeeze me but please don't
a drink, watchin' y'all niggas get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my clicks, because you funny
And you
a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see
out and chase it
So young girl a nuff fi know, yo
[Chorus]
A one ting me tell nuh go make nuh man tell yuh nuh samfi
Dutty get yuh body, 'nough
crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send
Six a.m. came way to early
But Friday means it's over soon
Life gets boring in a hurry
But I got somethin' that gets me goin'
And I'm already
[Intro]
The strangest, straight derangest, start it J, start it J
Uh, MidWest Side, IIIDQ found laughin
[Verse 1]
Lets get it on, raps new
a sweat Girl, flex time to have sex
Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
I rather wait out-a patience
Lovin she get that will be sufficient
gonna get me some.
I'll be standing on the corner
On the corner of Twelfth Street and Vine
I'm gonna be standing on the corner
On the corner
On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin and then
Shorties get the game with no instructions to assemblin'
the franchise.
A yo, with Trife sweating, every bullet is life threatening,
And you could get a chest full of slugs in a slight second.
Yo, my nine milli'
To even hold each other's hands
But still we fell so deep in love
When did it start to rain
How did things get so strange
When did it go astray
and break
Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We
eyes, machree
My worldly joy, my treasure
Close your eyes, machree
And you will get a present tomorrow
Your dad is coming from the hills
With game
Therapy therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange
Start it up-and you say you
me here all alone
You ought to get out on your own
Ain't necessarily a bad thing
To believe the things I say
Cause you can make yourself feel good
do you have something to say?
Don't get me wrong but I miss my home
And it feels like I'm a million miles away, San Angelo
Why do I ask these
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