Lyrics:
I'm tryna get through the night
I wanna look up in the sky
Stare into the light
As the sun comes up in the Dawn
Lately in my life I been going
of the night.
Step into the sun,
step into the light,
then open your eyes
and love will open, ahhh,
open, ahhh,
open, open, open, open up.
Nicky Arnstein!
Nicky
tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
drift I'm talkin' gift
So when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill
Of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want
drift I'm talkin' gift
So when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill
Of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want
on the radio
In the back of a taxi cab in Brooklyn
Oh, no, no, the sun could rise
Burning all the street lamps out at 3 AM
So, DJ, play it again
Until
drive into town and go to the hudson valley mall
And look at the youth in their white snake t shirts
They're wearing a poor man's version of the haircut
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
drive
– four hours up to Mid-State
And four hours back down
I didn't want her doing all that driving
You know what I mean? So
I was like, "Don't come just
and frankly the stuff he's putting across isn't working at all.
So I give him the eye like "don't do that again" and mister tell her about it looks back at me,
we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
Hip Hop Music
Hip Hop Music
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X
version of me (let's go)
Diamonds hitting hard when i dance (yeah)
Stand in your place don't cross the fence (rahh)
Art pieces around my neck (wooh)
Now
on chill out and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun
You know what I'm saying?
But, um, I'm not saying I don't go to anything
I'm not saying that, you know
The devil ain't still in my back, know what
in jail, I hear the Latins got each other back
Not us, we jump each other for the phone, it comes to Black
Don't worry about nobody else tryin'
Sorry is a sign of weakness
(Forgive us intense
Please forgive those distant)
I don't want you go back to your
Mama because I'll run you back out
(And
on the brink of
Insanity, calamity, I'm not what you see in me
Look, you don't have to come back and be with me
I messed up pretty bad and now I'm attached
I've
on the brink of
Insanity, calamity, I'm not what you see in me
Look, you don't have to come back and be with me
I messed up pretty bad and now I'm attached
I've
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin'
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin'
ya self down, don't lie
I will never forget my past, even though I wish I could
Stuck here, I should escape, move out into the woods
And loot passing
to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
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