Lyrics:
expected me to be
This here is nowhere near the plan to crash and burn, fail and bleed
Never been this free, yet bound by so many chains
Guess I live my
of a life
He traveled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange
Got some Norwegian spice
All thanks to Knut
Chelsea is a cook
Making meals with some flavor
And I'm the guy who
Made a song a ten years later
Gotta have
is rich, free of all wants, owner of all praise
Has not the news reached you of those before you
The people of Noah and Ard and Thamud and those after
inna class and we bored
Den Oli say do road and mi gwan wid di road
Blessings all pon mi life and
Me thank God for di journey, di earnings a jus fi
Therefore you're makin' me go cyclone all pursuits go in a stole lo, lo, lo
Followed by the rival L.A. 5'O narcs are led to the dark
Then brought down
Yea?????
Nowhere to go?No place to go...
I?m real screwed up, my eyes are sore from smoking all that shit?
No place to go?
Bottomless heart, so big
on demons blushing
My place does not exist
Because I have nowhere to live
No homes to rent
No room to give
No land is mine
No tool is fit
I have no past
I
road called the El Camino
Well, I've been a prince and you know I've been a post
By a barb wire fence and a murder of crows
I believe in all I've
connection
Must have read it wrong
I guess that is my fault
Blinded by your perfection
You let me go
Took me down this road
Wish I knew before
Now I close
people are so poor,. All they have is money..
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Funny these dummies thinking they got something, running after what?,.
Money? That ain’t happiness,
pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums ---
Sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.
By day I am a real estate
Too fly with the shoes tied when I cruise by with the crew in the mood for a new vibe
Who's you to refuse I when the dude live with the tunes bringing
This a channel that I led pushing out the vibes even after a nigga dead
I'm giving love to the world this type of shit a make the whole world do a twirl
people's ears
Everyone faced with fear
COVID took lives
And death kept them as souvenirs
My demons coming after me like manuals switchin' gears
Crawled back
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
were flashing red
And the road was winding
The path unclear
All those wrong turns
Still led us here
Now the skies are blue
And you're here with me
you step into my house
Would you please come with respect?
If not then I'll have to have my man DOA
Drop it, yeah
Come on y'all
What'cha wanna do? Huh
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
in texas
Out of no-where the truck swerves all the way from right to the left
Almost drove of us off the bridge, but homie knows how to whip
I lock
Hey, hey, brown sugar
Let me tell you, chocolate bunny, you're a looker
By the look of it, you're looking for some good love
And since I got a sweet
the rain in the middle of the road
Too much of a bitch to take my own life
So I'll let some car end it all tonight
Hoping this final attempt at suicide
Is
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
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