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I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
of nonsense, you're lost in your thoughts[00:14.98]And you've bottled them up for so long[00:16.90]Need a song just to vent[00:18.23]Put some spring in your
thrives in me[00:29.37]What'd I bet[00:30.67]I bet nothing[00:31.95]No loss no sympathy[00:34.89]I've washed my hands till they've bled before[00:38.75]And
free
I've been so in love
So in love
So in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get here, woah
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
Yeah, innit?
(It sounds like it's a rain shaker)
Hands out, hands out
Ey'body got their hands out
Man 'bout what man say
I got my pants down, man
that i am is the same as your friends[02:22.70]When i die[02:24.45]Ill make sure that its not in your hands[02:46.98]Where its dark
inspired by the greats‚
Illuminated by the hate
I understand what is real and I
Can smell what is fake
I cut the grass in my city when
They said I wouldn't
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
Nigga the champ is
and the magic connection and call them love
And we will mix them in a pot with experience
And put them in my heart to bake at 98.6 degrees
And so I go walking,
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Ha!
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
(Back block)
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got
out[00:35.04]You'll see what I'm talking about[00:38.26]I had a chance to outrun the upper hand[00:40.74]But nothing feels right[00:43.88]Fell apart but my body's in
outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by alarms
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
at night, my fingers stiffin' in tha cold man
I lost my old man
'97 was a cold year, '98 was a slow year (Talk to 'em nigga)
'99 was a grind you ain't seen
at all cost, wanna be great
Time only tells if you got faith
Indulge in the moment, get ya shit straight
Whole world bearin down I could take the weight
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there,
by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we
of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress
The rise of the Boogie Boogieman ran into me
Back in 98 or is it 99 with a pointed dream like a porcupine
Pour me all the blessing I'm a fire dragon
I feel the warmth from the air on my skin[00:24.42]I feel your touch as we sit hand in hand[00:32.35]We watch the sky turn orange[00:36.49]As we grab
on to
Wished for gold so I could buy you a palace
By the riverside
You'd come in and I would fill your diamond chalice
You were still alive
But this cup
At first you floated by
And then you're in my head
My head
My head
At first you floated by
But then you're in my head
My head
My head
Then you took
We've been down to the bottom, stories we've got em
When we hit rock bottom
If you been there put your hands in the air
So let the lost know that
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