Lyrics:
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
your eyes
For your eyes only
For your eyes do you understand, for your eyes
One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling
What he
short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Rent a super car for a day
Drive around with
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
princess (uh)
Feel so royal when he rockin' me (uh)
Break him off good, real properly
(All night), uh uh
Hot girl summer day
What he he drinking?
damn self
My damn self, I did by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out
There by my damn self (Ha)
Break a moment of silence i ain't dead
My life is
the time it takes
you gave me meals for thought
and Robin a laughing break
how quickly will he re-enter the lists?
don’t correct me if I’m wrong
I’m sure
Fortune, from her destined course,
Stay'd by this isle, not knowing where she lay:
For since the mate had seen at early dawn
Across a break
you you're improving
But he's just being nice 'cause he knows you're losing it, uh
On Free Mindstate, you were good, not great
By this album, hell no,
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
whacked
He must not wanna get me back
My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
(Every picture
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' though
I'm just tryna make it through the day
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
As I lay me
You said they'll love me, little man, trust me But you can't comfort me from the dark place
That you are It's been four years, still I break Down,
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
the streets they know Cha-millionaire be riding, Batman my heat riding like Robin
Tell 'em that I got 'em if he's on my team, 'cause loyalty's something that
your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles
was brought up
Got to learn how to maintain with your guard up
You Robin, I'm Wayne, could call me a Carter
You can't escape me
Thought I was feeling
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
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