Lyrics:
the same after three months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to
As I reached for you, but all I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless
on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up a little more
If you got the feelin', jump
because I'm already late,
Uh the door opened,
And she locked on me
Eyes, her hands, sitting under her chin,
Hair all down by her shoulders, she looking good
rehearsing
So we
Back on top nigga back on ten
I heard them niggas thought I flopped but yes I'm back on them
I came to kick down that door and walk back on in
as doing a pushup
I changed the rhyme scheme just a little bit
I be in charge of flying in the cockpit
In my dripped down to the socks outfit
You know it,
with these scars upon my back
And the pain that held me down propels me forward in attack
So I'ma kill it, Stay consistent pile my music, track by track
ain't never going to mend in a hurry
Just when I thought I could learn to forget her
Right through the door come a tear-stained letter
Oh, oh, oh love
knock down the door
And she lookin at me; yeah she wanna go get it
I take her to bed
Then she ride in her civic
She go on and come see me
She gotten up,
man gonna get done up
By a fucking producer?
Touch down in a TT
Them man be soft too sweetie
Don't talk to me nah too greasy
See your girl she's getting
track I pitch,
Is like I'm moving bricks,
Sh*t,
(Hook)
I bet you cant do it like me tho (3x),
Shut it down,
Kevin Love from the free throw,
I bet you cant
track coach. But then
Anyway, he picked it up and
Without any previous training
See, stepping in and doing that
He went over there and
Set the world
a catalyst
Cause that’s dutch doggie, already a classic bitch
Ay, 3 musketeers, 3 advocates
For free we back at it, it's fantastic
No four, kicking in the door
go ahead, tell me what this is, what they're going to do
he said, alright, alright, here we go, he said, my baby bit me so hard in my heart, it
the same after three months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to
As I reached for you, but all I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless
posters going up in flames
Let's have sex without birth control
Sell our offspring to some dirty old men
Let's play Big Black at 3 AM
And tell the neighbors
[Chorus]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your
and break in front of ya
Erratic gets your presence you've been replaced by my essence
The sunshine survive, 'cause that's what we produce
Refuse
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
of then me light the torch
Then I get my shit all in a line
Caught the fire then I raise it up and let flames illuminate my mind
Hit the track like
funky prime
Feet don't fail me now
Well now now
Imma probably never calm down
I've been calm
Somehow
Oh someway
For sure
For sure
Kick in the door
to limbo
Why don't you come down to limbo
I just seen you and yo friends and all yo kin folk, lookin out the front door
Just tip tip tip tip toe down
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
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