Lyrics:
a dirty, boy
Or that's your ass
I got flicked by the hooks pointing the Prada look
Off a dutchie
Caught the munchies, but was too high to cook
In
black belt like Ryu
I'm the original like Bruce Lee
You're just an imitation like Fei Long
I can murk your crew all day long
One by one, winner
time? and now I'm back to the
Line?
Looking through a dirty window, top floor
Trees alight and ? through colours?
'Cause the suns coming up and its
He's always around me
But not really here
If I try to catch him
He just disappears
He comes and goes
Like the day and the night
Just like
The sound, the sound, the sound
When we come running (woah)
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (woah oh oh)
Days go by
Feeling broke and tired
Remember
Always
come running
The sound, the sound, the sound
When we come running
Days go by
Feeling broke and tired
Remember
Always remember
come running
The sound, the sound, the sound
When we come running
Days go by
Feeling broke and tired
Remember
Always remember
not a bit scared
There's things in life you ain't gotta share
These days I stick to myself
Don't need no one that I can't help
Just takin' my
The sun is rising on a new day
My soul's alive cause my sins you cast away
Down by the river, I was redeemed
When your love washed over me
When
Under a pale blue sky
You never felt so cold
Another sleepless night
How could you ever let go
How do you recognize
The dirty face of gold
Behind
Eighty-Nine cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hangin' from
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Yeah, on the rooftop
Surrounded by the stars and the view's hot (woo)
Ain't nobody thinking
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens
the day that I die
I'm pullin' out nappy weeds
all bitches can fry
[chorus]
11/5 keep it real
11/5 keep it real
11/5 keep it real
I bet you never heard
and shit
Should of listen, cause we was like, night and day
Should of seen it, you break my heart, anyway
But I lost my mind you hit my spot when you made
vaguely remember the day we met, see it had rained
the road over, on Soppovada was wet
And my car wasn't, huggin the terrain
So there I came into her
down on the dirty backseat
Pressure of the hand and the fingers
And the pleasure won
I will always, go by your side
But it's hard to get drunk
by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll 'em
Rookie nigga clippin' niggas like L Odom
I got
(Kelly/Mann)
The Saint Andrews' Cross
The slate rooves and the chimney pots
Are dirty against the snow
Speeding away from Glasgow
A carriage with
believe, just so long as we all agree
Loose lips sink ships, don't warn the rats of the dirty deeds
Copy and paste, erase a race of educated motherfuckers
Prison or hell, I'm thug livin for mail
Wit clientele from the ATL back to the Bay
I bubble up, to servin double ups, back in the day
Mr. Packin still got
You've been poisoning my days
Since I knew your nasty face
I shivered by the look in your eyes
It meant trouble to me
When I come to see
You're
Ways - cold dirty streets
Empty eyes.
Ways - lost dreams and no chance to rise.
Ways - ending with dark closed gates.
Ways - bordered by unknown
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