Lyrics:
the good times
A photograph found
Bound by your secrets
Hidden deep with old memories
When you were young and beautiful (Beautiful and free)
Myth
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
know man
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But how can you make it in land that's being controlled and governed by wicked men
(JAY)
Fighting
naan
Oh wait that's Tanya she's from Patna
Calls me on Wednesday Jay Jay aaja
Okay acha I'll be right there
I gotta stop by Latika she lives in Khar
I
Heard you dance for tips in the night
Not for fun anymore I guess that’s
Atlanta living
You made 100 k on a good night
Long day I bet you sleep nice
put no other dream above it Getting paid for doing what'chu love because you're good at it That's The American Dream, and I could have it Long as my
[Chorus]
Too Long,
Too Long,
I know,
Too Long,
Too Long,
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck said that Jay went off course,
Line ya favorite rappers turn em all
doing me till the day I D-I-E
I'm still screaming R.I.P. to my brother Jay
Can't do this sh*t no other way
Hit the piff and levitate
Conversate bout
Damn
Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn why'know?
They don't really understand this playerism
Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real
of Nick's wit' my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old school, play
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I
is down but it's bright as day
You haven't been around since you went away
Feels so good so that's what you say
Folks say hi, but you say, "hey."
the same old ground
Don't know why I'm still around
Lord knows that I shouldn't
The things I regret
The things that I couldn't
Pile up on top of me
So heavy
on Wikipedia
Can't get on stage at the Jay-Z show
So we boot up ProTools and bust a funky flow
Online for free we don't make dough
Okay just thought I'd let you
It's good to see your face
Reminds me of the good old days
When golden was the age
And crazy was the craze
Time goes by it never stops
Hands pass by
the same old broken hearted
Feeling that I just can't lose
It's those missing her all day, every day in more ways
Heading for a heartache blues
I know,
Cold is the night, but warm is the fire, good night
We're travelers of old, the road's in the soul
The longing to go, to just leave it all
We learn from
It's back to the hood again where
The enemys prospects look good again
Where the packs keep moving and the
Products got us caught up
And fuckin' our own
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
the birds make music
All the day
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We'll sing one song
For my old Kentucky home
For my old Kentucky home
Far away
Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars
Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And A bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
down to visit bobby's old shop
I found a new spot to come and have a good meal
Here at bobby's old shop you can always eat your fill
And everything
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