Lyrics:
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
live and love
by the lost religion
We get our milk from the milkman
who gets it from his sister's cow
who is fed by the green grass
sowed by
using them for mini corn dogs," but we fixed the problem
By selling the corn dogs, and he collected what he needed from the trash
I was kidnapped by some
Ewing of Seattle
It's The Man You Love 2 Hate
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Me and Kid Sensation with that home away from home
In the fat butt dulie
signs
I gotta keep a real one by my side (by my side)
Damn I miss my brother I still cry (I still cry)
That's why I gotta get it before I die
the Sun would still stand out for its brightness if not for the warm light of the fire, visible from a small ravine below the farthest hill. By the time he
This is our final fate
Will we see tomorrow?
Brothers and sisters
Stand by me now
Fight now
Persistency has brought us this far
There will be no one
On the journey
To the twilight zone
Where i lay home
Man of action
Ya just love it from da bad man
Love passion
In high standing
Hips-Grabbing
Have to keep
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
remember if she dropped a name or two?
Is the home team still on fire?
Do they still win all the games?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Is
sex)
From the basement to the car garage (we sex)
Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex)
Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty
sex)
From the basement to the car garage (we sex)
Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex)
Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty
and to believe in myself
Gave me a reason see before you I was all by myself
And when I lost my best friend I almost killed myself
They took your brother from
take anything
Away from me
Oh, your brother said sorry
Sorry for missing you now
Come down
Stay low
Nobody knows how far you'll roam
Dancing light under
everybody's gone home and we're sober love
And these chapters taught us well
And these chapters taught us how to know
From all this talk of the terrors in
Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how he set set me free
Oh, lonesome me.
A bad
they expect from us, police stand by
Don't believe the lie that they're the ones protectin us
Projects, to see how poverty's affectin us
suffering denied me
I'm fighting my struggle to success they can't deprive me
I'm climbing the mountain i'm not too far from exciting
Cupid say she shot me
my brother,
you know you're on my charts
you know that you can call me,
when you're feeling hurt
It's tough to be away,
From someone at your heart
but
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
down for the cause givin' it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
to smash parts
Of them lads harsh! when I'm mad watching them
That nothing will stop me from ass squashing them
Not even if they had the cash
And bought
stomach, you were anxious and fatigue
Mama on the phone stressing, no donations from urban league
We going home, press play nigga we on the road
No
thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone,
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