Lyrics:
the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin'
crush (Tiny Crush)
Dirty pop gave me a rush (Mix it)
Alcohol I hid behind (Hid behind)
Failed recovery a few times
I've had enough of the decline (I've
missing you
Thinkin' of the day
When you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you (I miss you, B.I.G.)
It's kinda hard
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
the gym
When im in the both issa glory day
21 On my back
Nigga step to the side
Bitch you know i go hard in the paint
Yea
Why you still in that place
You
always on my checklist
Got stress up to my neck but you got to keep a clear head
Cause there are dark days ahead
Rush
Racing
We running out of time
Rush
I done fell asleep fucking last night
That's how much I don't sleep nigga
Finally famous nigga
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
Put the city
[Chorus]
We outside!
From sun up till they start letting shots off
Catch me in the crib by the time they get the cops called
Right back at it soon as they
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
pay
We on for the night then she gone by the day
We loving or fighting I love when we fighting
Bitch fuck with me yeah I guess she got time
But I don't
and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy
industry
Time to knuckle up we could run for the 40
Now you soft taco fucks
Drunk nights in the back of
All black chauffeured trucks
Givin' bitches straight
big rubber bands
Don't believe the hype
Came a long way from the dark days never thought I was gon' see the light
I done had some hard days knew one day
a hopeless bastard
Gettin' high in the back, plastered
Can't nobody make a way for
Me - times is hard
On a nigga, mama pray for me
I'm smokin' weed for
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
to rush
(I'm here whenever)
Lost inside your love
(When we're together)
One night's not enough
(We got forever)
Time to turn it up
We don't got to rush
Sunday?
An while we're at it throw in every other day to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
to that now than that white lady that clutch purse
Every time I pass by, sometimes makes me ask, "why?"
But thankful for the little things, 'cuz it could
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
they see
That they measure in
Not big minutes
(Time goes by, time goes by)
As they write their plans
On their not big hands
(Got no time to waste)
all night
and goes back again
뭔가 달라 내 스스로를 잘 알아
난 또 다시 태어났어
Rush up, join this big day
before sun set
trouble so I had to swing by
Come save the day got the city on my back
Wait nah facts put the town on the map
Big dreams never lame always on the go
She
next in line (Line)
These days it's hard to survive
But I got my nigga MustBeDelah (Delah)
Chasing money until we die (Die)
I don't wanna make momma cry
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