Lyrics:
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Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
the two (RONRON load it up, RONRON load it up)
Take this lil' quarter piece, it's gon' put me in my mood
Life gave me lemons, nigga, it's lemon squeeze
boulevards flex em hard with my mini gat
Pull up on the ass shoulda shot where da hoes be at, hold me back
'cause I know two hoes that I'm gon creep with
Need a new set of breezies in my neighborhood
Got A few different flavors got me feeling good
Underdog for the people like Robin Hood ,Riding hood
"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"
On the map of North Notts
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface oh break two three
God to analog monkey not me rock hard
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five
on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us,
Paper’s Gonna Pape Pt. 2
I don’t even wanna think about it half the time
You could never comprehend what happened to my mind
Honestly I’m only here
Remember that day that I came away
Started losing focus,heads in a cage
So many years I put to waste
Four in a cage for the thing on my waist
Trust me bro,
show up at the track and I make your ass run faster
From the classroom to the lab to the gym I'm on my grind
What's this work-life balance? For me
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
Tryna get a mil off two crumbs
A couple ideas to get out the slums
Couple chums down for the same run
Take over the game flip two when we need sum
champagne,
Livin' the life
In the fast lane,
And I won't change
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy flossy
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous
writing cause you feel it on your own account
The passion for the art non-existent
Another night to hear what Mac was talkin' bout
Rest in peace
My idol,
And then I thought about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to give my two cents?
lie damn I miss you
Try to keep my eyes dry
I can't help but ask why
You was chosen by God
Got yo wings so you can fly
You my angel, seeing life from
a spot on my liver
Bustin' shots at my niggaz praying cops come quicker
'cause the life I got, somethin' not to live for
My kid's 4' 5", and 12,
all of my day one's
I ate crumbs for most of my life, even the body of Christ at church
I still couldn't take one
My head's a mess and I think I might'a
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing?
All right
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?
Ruthless, my
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