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Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on Soviets
Stay Russian my direction I'm wettin' like a leaf bone
Freak poems, seek thrones,
on to the next make sure that my bags light
Been in hell to long making this my last time
Void the soul contract I had signed
How did four years pass by already I
Moved in your crib, burnt it out
That's a throwaway home
Let's be clear, I make careers disappear
Quicker than Robot Jones
Man your album should be titled
like you
My father figure, now I want to fight you
You bitch nigga, left me 'lone
And parts of me never out grown
The fact that left home
When
lighting up the sky
Why does time always have to speed on by
It's so hard these days to find true love in this world
But what I felt for you I have never
1+1=2
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul Day
York, take the late night subway
Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday
From all directions never find me on the one way flavor
The rhyme just
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
'm taking her home
Just met dat bitch and I'm taking her home
You want a ten you in the wrong direction
I need it in cash no exceptions
You want it I
Ya know
They often ask me where I been
I said uh
I been working on the album
They like fasho I be like hell yeah
Ok uh let's go gdrrr
Bad Religion
body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid
Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe it's time I
'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate, I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in
and never going back Home
Sometimes, I just wanna run away
Let the wind help me find my way
Sometimes, I just wanna be alone
Take a plane and never going back
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
Música wòo a Yàh rong
I pledge my imagination to look to my direction
So I place power on my name when am talking because am very sure
See, I
just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh)
But you knew that, I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me, will you please?
(One who acts
scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I went to the barbers and heard about a rave
I had a shave then I went home had a bathe
Ring Ring my
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
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