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Walk Through Walls

Forest Sun

Walk Through Walls

2005

Everybody wants to feel those arms around them
To be rocked like a cradle by their mama, their lover, or the Lord
And hearts live on no matter how

time

Party time

Thought it was given that I'd see next summer
The way we disappear
I'm starting to wonder
What's around every corner
Got my neck

Good Life

E.S.G.

City Under Siege

2000

Tailor made taper fade, on the cover of GQ screaming
(everybody's living the good life, under the sun)

Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150

Downstairs

Hey Rosetta!

Seeds

2011

gardens .and you had to work hard b'y, 'tis a lot o hard work. everybody worked-when you're old enough to work you had to work. that's....that's it.

it's alright, 'cause the summer days are numbered
And one by one, two by four
Don't close the door when you're talking to a stranger

Sometimes it feels

as good advice
You're all they want, now that they got everybody

Sometimes it feels like we're just walking away
Sometimes it feels like we're just walking

to over-stand
You soft like under hand pitching
You could tell I'm a Pun
Fan when I'm spitting
Rappers like me are hard to come by
Like copping Summer Jam tickets

I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my

Married to my goals, I could never have a wife
Trying to see how far, I can take it in my life
Goals I achieve, everybody wanna reach
Gospel

Stomping from the North in some twenty threes
Run up in the building, stink of summer breeze
I give that order, and my goblins squeeze
Nobody move, everybody

One summer afternoon, a Rabbit was resting
in the shade of a coconut tree.
He had eaten a rather large lunch of fresh carrots.
As he lay snoring in

man she started to bloom
Everybody holla for the body like oooo
I play the strong type and I'm shy too
Fly guys swooped it you played cool
You wondered

What is the deal?, Nigga
Let's keep it real, nigga
I'm under your skin want something to win
How does it feel?, Nigga
Everybody tell me I'm

Somebody just got murdered
Ain't nobody seen it
But everybody they heard it
It was a cold night in Philly, under the moon
Youngin' thought he was cool
He was

we got I thought
"damn she‘s send from above"
I had no hope that she might be the
One, but as time flew by I begun
Till she wrote with
Her ex and all

a drunk
A nineteen year old punk
Waking up around lunch
Weed bags plump, and we called 'em trees
So you best believe that we
Turned 'em into stumps
Summer

Never been scared of what it might do
Summer coming quick we got so much to do
Thinking to myself should I think this through
Talking to myself but I wish

spree
To advertise these guns on the block for free
While Mr.Glock come to cop a plea
Like "What?" "Everybody got a stock in me!"
Now bruh you aint gotta

fellows
That get you pregnant by hello
That baby shower, that party
The quinceañera get started
The titis got you, don't worry
So don't you leave in

Summertime

Sammy Adams

Only One

2012

Packed up ready for the journey got my U-Haul
Game's over sunk the 8 followed by the cue ball, cue ball, cue ball

Tapes pop Panama to Cuba Jack's chasin'