Lyrics:
our own ignorance
Can't describe the beauty, the mystery
Don't subscribe to beauty, that is misery
Hard is for us, it's what’s obvious
It's obvious were
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
thoughts around me ain't getting me by
I'm finding truth in wounds much deeper than mine (Than mine)
And
Soon I'll pay my own bills with the bred from my
nerve. Anna Lembke explains the phenomenon in her book Dopamine Nation by suggesting the pain of the cold shower helps even out our brain's constant need
fathers
Even when they're not our own
When your dad's not around
Because he'd rather be fucking around
You make do with what you can
So Every summer,
D… D… Disclaimer
This album is not for any SOFT LIBERALS
We love you guys too much to hurt you
And so just a reminder that our album is not for
knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
leaders love
Proceeding feeding, pleading, meeting, bleeding our own blood
And exceeding thru the mud
Pour some concrete on us
And even thru the cracks
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
our own plate
I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours
Process, mama moping like Jerry
Meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
an album
Then I went and dropped another
Now the rest is history, It's his-story
The past is written
And in that lies the future of all our decisions
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Perhaps a little too outstanding for you to handle
But that's okay because I'll there to pick you up no matter what
And I know we have issues of our own
But
your own desires
Because you can't get what you want, not because you want them to be happy
Too often have I used my pen
To critique and judge the world
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
Ego-Boost Sleep
Technique, made by me, for me
If my tape contained the
Nonstop creative dragon of
Ambitious ideas that is my own mind
It can certainly handle
to the present day. My nieces and nephews on my father's side are awesome, and as Mack's, we all embrace each other as if we've known each other all our lives. I'm
lights oh it hurts the most at night
I'm losing you
Losing you
Losing you
If I have my own album by the age twenty three
And my music takes me
that I honestly fuckin' loved you
Even though we was enemies, divided by our characters
When you was giving up, who the fuck was just there to carry ya?
Just leave it tonight
You'll wake up and know
Precocious child out here on your own
My love out here on your own, own, own, own
(Yeah! Yeah) own
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