Lyrics:
For this box they put me in
Grew up by my lonely
I aint never need a friend
If I aint feeling your energy
Then I just can't pretend
Ima go and feed my
nose on a lady
Who ain't turn one eighty place no one above ya sweet lady
Sun stop shinin' she never got shady
She coulda watch them box you in
whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for
hours
I can't even feel my eyes
When you work and stay consistent You gon' always see time fly
You might catch me by my lonely
If ain't clicked up with
persisted, foreseeing the Path before them they insisted
Brave resistance
Looked to the face of opposition
And said I'd rather die by water
Than waste in
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my
a rollie tho
Got the time on my side like a track code
No phone
No phone
ET by myself no phone home
Tell me what you see when you look me in my eyes
Tell me
give you a chance
We talked and we talked and
I came to think
That you checked every box on my list
For Mr. Right
I could not believe I'd found the man
clouds away.
A sky of dim prospect, to grim to behold.
I'll bow my head and plow forward.
Carve my heart out from my ribs.
Trap it in a box and throw away
just we be wildin'
You lyin' about yo shit nigga I
Ain't neva' been on no island
Never road in no Bentley
Yes I did last night
Cause that was my first
nonsense
D.O.I., Dead On the Island
The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin'
Never a day, I say I'm not leavin'
Long as I live in a crib and I'm
is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
is thinking long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills
Halloween
Check the new department store magazine
They’ve got DVD box-sets and Toblerone
Generic gifts for aisles and aisles
To paint the face feigning
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
I was born to change the world
through the genius of my art
But lately I have realized
that time is running short
I'd rather get the glory now
I’m in a tree
More specifically in a tree blowing tree in a jungle by the sea
Now you would think to be as big as me you'd need a key
Or to sell
why I am here with you tonight
Can you lend me a DVD box or sing me a lullaby?
Hello Mrs. Van De Kamp, did you clean the whole kitchen and drink all
passing thro' the summer world again,
The breath of heaven came continually
And sent her sweetly by the golden isles,
Till silent in her oriental haven.
should
Don't leave me on the shelf
Like a doll you throw away
So sad and lonely all by myself
I'm just your Jack-in-the-Box
You know whenever love
shit is crazy Boo
(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you
(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman
Can you put some money in my commissary?
the vitamin deficiency was strong
So by the time they bumped into the island he could barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand
up to a trunk, then put it on DVD
My niggas punchin' so hard, get you a PPP
I got that shit in cash, bitch, you usin' EBT
That nigga cappin' out
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