Lyrics:
sight
Of it
As fear lurks around
The corners of your room
Just waiting
To feed off of your
Spirit
You're being slowly sucked dry
Completly getting drained
bodegas in the bay
I know a lot of corner stores around the way
Now it's chop cheese any day
I bet the Papi's even know me by my name
Beans
I knew a boy who lived only three doors down
I used to sit by my window, watch him skate around
The corner making figures of eights around
on 7 Mile
I was driving like a drunk cold acting wild
Slammed on the breaks, pressed on the gas
Dipped around a corner come off they ass
Bust a move
back just in
Front of the supermarket door-way child
Hey girl, on a cold summer night
As we stood on the corner
As a man passed by and asked us
on the ground
See what's around, then lock shit down like Nino Brown
I'm bound by hona and down for drama like Tony Man Tana
Y'all clowns don't wanna fuck around
the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
Who's a nonconformer
Shakey Brown didn't hang around
I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
Your baby can't see you now, she's busy
She recommends you go and see Sister Lizzy
Step around the corner up against the wall
See to your needs, no
speedin off, I'm racing
Black and white diamonds around my neck
They think I'm racist
Gun to his tongue, It got sum heat
I'll leave him tasteless
Gun to his
West side
See you need a lil tlc out the corner of my left eye
Litty like a lil OG you was looking for the best guy
I try
You was hotter then that
around, do you even think of me
Tell me why my girl never jealous of me
When I'm feelin' so paranoid she feels so free
I mean I know her love for me is
a hole
And the hole was in the ground
And the green grass grows all around all around
Bed bath and beyond is not bath and body works but still got
I fell in love in a fifties diner
With someone I never knew
You were sitting all sad in the corner
In the red high-top leather booth
And I could tell
thinking 'bout my life today
Break it all and out in haze
I've been roaming around in mayhem
But everything seems so vacant
And I confess: some thoughts just
Yea
Uhh uhh
Yea
I can treat you right
Yea yea
I can treat you right
Yea yea
I can treat you right
Girl you fine yea
Yea you my vibe
You move around
the night
So nigga come get your hoe
She′s selling pussy by the corner store
Let her roll she gone drop the lo
Then we coming to kick your door
Get the money
Rolling
This is Sour Diesel
You know we keep em
Rolling (yea)
Around the clock it don't stop baby you know we keep em
Rolling (yea)
I'm in motion
She said "holy shit, my boss is a dick"
While throwing her hands in the air
Watching the lights in the corner
I said "Claire, we oughta get out
the angel Dressed in All Black
In my dream's
Death around the corner
I think he's coming to me
Life ain't shit
They'd rather feed the greed
Open my third eye
riding around on a moped and go
Yeah, ay, yeah, riding on my moped, corner of my eye
I seen this cutie walking on by, and thought to myself, me oh my, mmm
in this lonely old town and I was stiff armed by my friends
Well that breeze came through at a minor 65
Forgot my faults and all the reasons why
I let
one,
Ask around they'll tell ya,
How I tried to help a friend and ended up getting robbed, he was tryna make some bread and got setup by his plug, money
T-Rex blows her sax, with a bopping beat
Tiny, dancing hands and her tapping feet
She busks on the corner by the new high rise
Beside her Bronto works
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