Lyrics:
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
of the Police.
Lee is the third child from her family; she loves soccer and wants to be a footballer, but the circle of her friends isn’t too good, she left home
round dem feens
Fucks you doin
Drug dealin?
Gun wit a silence
Bitch I'm quiet when I'm killin
Call it silent but deadly
I got a smith& by my side so you
it
Fire away
Oh girl let's stay on topic
Our love could be iconic
Oh we should never drop it
T-shirt you're wearing says guns and roses
Girl you're so
I did was wack
But don't get a nigga back like that, no!
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block, with him shot gun
He
I did was wack
But don't get a nigga back like that, no!
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block, with him shot gun
He
on my mouth like liquor
Step on the scene with a tick, tick, boom
But you can't blow up though without no ticker
Heart on my sleeve like a tick, just do
you
For more reasons than one
You're the one, only one
You're the one, listen girl
Somehow, my love
You've been misled
By the things that others
you
For more reasons than one
You're the one, only one
You're the one, listen girl
Somehow, my love
You've been misled
By the things that others
After the hopin' and the prayin' and the wishin'
Girl you're right here in my face
I've never been the one to bite my tongue, no
But I have not one
what for?
And all I did was make time
But I ain't take enough for myself
Just doin' shit for everybody else
I ain't hardly even by myself
Family
are not the same
And I don't know what to say
I'm always overthinking that everything's wrong
Yeah my mind is clouded by a demon I can not shake it off
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
Got 'em Mike
He's got the Rap Patrol
standin here watching you
And I been mezmorized by everything that you do girl
And the way you grinding wanna take you flying
To my island and show
to run
Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
with it
How could you ever?
How could you amount to not
Having amounts of dollars?
I would holler at ya, your
Girl would say "Hi!", and
She would pass by
always said to Me
Girl I'm tired of you disrespecting me done with the fighting I don't got the energy
Best friends, but we turn into enemies
When I used
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Little hoe says she love me, don't know what that means
But I got to get rich and that's by any means
Jayhkood on that block he was serving the fiends
When
the sun?
Do not understand it
You everything i want
But nothing is demanded
We just doing what the music wants
I can feel the stars accumulating
Yuh girl
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
been getting sleep
Been smoking swishers by the gram my girl ain't feeling that
This how I cope with all this pain
So you better deal with that
Cupid
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