Lyrics:
Girl let me tell my story
Shared by me don't need to worry
This girls are the same
They are in my brains
Saw this pretty girl shinning under
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
a card swipe wipe your debit.
In a time mine, now you legless.
Yeah I said it, this that epic,
Can’t survive by any metric,
Hidden stored are secret
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
a maid
When I buy a house, every surface gon' be suede
But for now, I got a concierge downstairs
All my neighbors are gray-haired
They don't recognize
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
Tango and Cash
We've been on
Le nou re sa le mo
The lights are coming on
This house is now a home
The days were long
The days would come and go
And now I
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
your keys in
cnd I said, “I hope we don't get eaten by a bear”
You said “it's not their season”
The house I saw looked like a mansion
Your parents an ad
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
Disclaimer
You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in
qualified
For the wards are over-crowded
Mixing gun wound
Malnutrition and cholera patients
Death is in every corner of this place
It's lying
could see
Exchanging knowing glances across the schoolroom
Dreamin` of a love down by the sea
Changing plans to cover up for one another
Working
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
for Guinness
Run a hardware shop by day
And right across the main road
In a dark and crowded bar
Meabh sings and plays accordion
And Matt slams his
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