Lyrics:
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
We still go through things,
Some people think Christians escape the rain,
Y’all we still feel joy, and we still feel pain,
But we maintain knowing
with the other hand
Feel like that monk way back in Vietnam
Rage against the machine, no album cover
For my ass, hope I still make newstands
out
You had your chance now move you got left out
We started from the bottom still here tho
No tellin' where I’ll be in a couple years tho
Make a track
The Voice
Follow the footsteps
Or travel down your own road
Designing your fate
Hear what your heart says
Still you decide which way to go
witH the House licks
So wHatcha still pining
Dead by tHe street ligHts, boy you sHining
Talk about you grinding figg side!
Guild[00:06.02]That bitch linkin' with your opps[00:07.56]Man, it's crazy that you still pipe[00:09.49]Say you on the block[00:10.66]Man, it's crazy
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
a tent
I don’t wanna so I turn to the beast
But I still live in a tent
I live in a tent
I live in a tent
The beast will stop me from living in a tent
I
Him still a move weight cross the border
Contraband by the loads
And when the fiends pre order
He doesn't ship by a boat
Dem say him too out
like I hit the blunt & got behind the wheel don't feel real
Turned my life into a movie, I feel just like Stephen Spil
No 50, we was in the club shawty
1: Ziggy Marley]
Woke up this morning, smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed
All of my niggas solid like an armrest
This the zotti I can tell by the smell
Serving them junkies out by
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
game like Stephen Curry
My pull out game like Jenga
Ahh, shut the fuck up
I ain't trying to have no conversation
See they show so much love
When the boy
true!
(6.57)
(Luvverly lead guitar by Heggarty /feedback racket by O'Keeffe)
Note: Marie McCormack actually plays the Tin Whistle
Stephen
This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
.jpg/300px-Stills_(7044697055).jpg "Stephen Stills")
.jpg/222px-Chris_Stills_04_02_2016_-2_(26474776705).jpg "Chris Stills")
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