Lyrics:
when we tried
To get by with some love too
But the things that we went through
Were so cold, don't let me remind you
It takes one to be alone
missing
Searched the earth but somethings still missing cuz I could not complete me
Call back to when she freed me
Is she what I was missing
Got my girl
or the club
Surround by peers who never knew love
Fighting for attention
Crowd watching but the purpose is missing
Black women used to be the race with the good
want to go to war let's get to it
Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
Till they bury me black,
up by a nigga, I served twice
He got picked up, then he bitched up
Like he was 'bout to serve life
I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?
I remember when I heard the news
didn't think it could be true
Now every time I close my eyes
I'm consumed by thoughts of me and you
All the funny
when we tried
To get by with some love too
But the things that we went through
Were so cold, don't let me remind you
It takes one to be alone
know how to
Fill the hollow
Space inside my head
Galaxies collide and the
Thought of you and
I together
Once again is
Hanging by a thread
Missing
deceased are the ones that doupt me
You can call me mr. 9th ward
Chorus (mac):
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's
There were times when we tried to
Get by with some love too
But the things that we went through
Were so cold, don't let me remind you
It takes one to be
Buzz me up to heaven baby
Come on, buzz me up to heaven
I've been missing you I should be kissing you
Honey to the Bee that's you for me
I
sitting here you know
putting together some of that ghetto gumbo you know
[Da Unda Dogg]
Some motherfucking gumbo?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah
what you've done
I'm missing all the fun
Baby you owe me one
Aha, mm
It's my turn to run
A chance to feel the sun
Baby you owe me one
Frida I
Wait
I feel my nigga he here with me now
We gon go wild
This how it sound
This how it feel when you not in the crowd
This is beyond anything youd imagine
(On gawd you are, I swear)
(On gawd you are)
Pullup with the ceiling missing
Young nigga gotta get, gotta go
I cannot be penny-pinching
Gotta get
feeling like a athlete
Rob the plug and run off nigga you gon have to catch me
Shoot a nigga with my right he thought I was a lefty
Fuckin on a thot and my
love.
I'm missing your love.
My friends tell me to quit playing these games.
But still in my dreams you are calling my name.
I tell you I love you
There were times when we tried to
Get by with some love too
But the things that we went through
Were so cold, don't let me remind you
It takes one to be
sold Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
train to purgatory
Standing room only
Nod off, smile, the clanging metal sounds
You are the opium serf of the hour
He is the heroin king of the piazza
Missionary Mac he's a freak in these sheets
Suns coming up while that boys going down
Birds are chirping waking up the whole town
Check the forecast and you
missing all the fun
Baby you owe me one
Aha un hum
It's my turn to run
A chance to see the sun
Baby you owe me one
I wasn't ready for this kind
of missing you
I can't break through these walls
They are rising in front of me
The silence is so loud
The sound of missing you
The sound of missing you
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
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