Lyrics:
free
And I can't leave this world behind
I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas
Trying to leave my state of mind
Trying to leave this awful sadness
But
of getting free
And I can't leave this world behind
I've been from here to Lawrence, Kansas
Trying to leave my state of mind
Trying to leave this awful
I Ain’t Shut Up....Let’s Begin.. here we Go
Engine engine number 9 Going Down chicago Line if The Train Jump The Track
Damn.... Those Were The Days
the top down
In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round
I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up
Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound
Comin'
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So
apartment like "Yeah!"
Fall when I hit the target like "Yeah!"
Y'know how it be, yo!
Rep that hood, Clint Easthood
Neighborhoods never sleep good, I make it
this guy from, man?
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, I heard of a heart attack or a big mac attack
But what's a rap attack?
[ Jalil ]
Come here, man, I see I'ma have
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
You really think that you gon' come and take my spot
Around here we got it on lock
Around here we got it on lock
Around here we got it on lock
You
this was a movie, you'd be here by now
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms
plural
City boy surrounded by towns that rural
Dodging the long arm of the federal bureau
I'm from here, that little corner you never come near
Where
nigga, don't get it fucked up
36 O's, still do the front tuck
How could you ever think that
Rap had me pumped up
When that powder white come
In by
sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I
outta here
Maybe a child would be entertained by how
You cling to Pink and play
But now it seems both your loved ones
And your fanbase begin to Drift Away
by pelicans head to toe I'm jet life
Lacing up your cleats I'm trying to see what you gonna step like
Say you having motion I'm curious what your rep
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
, come here, come here)
Move out to California
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
, come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
Here comes more tears to cry here comes more heartaches by
Here comes my baby back again
Here comes more misery here comes old memory
Here comes
shots in this motherfucker
Better run away if my slams out
Here church bells in your neighborhood
I don't ever miss and your man down
Run up here you get
Where am I? And how'd I wind up here
Man, I'm freezing. Heart full of fear
All by myself. I'm alone. Cold and abandoned
Left to fend for myself. My
piece
Arm candy
I'm feeling dandy
C'mon, c'mon
When I wake up
No makeup
I been suited up
C'mon, c'mon
And when we step outside
The sun don't dare come
[Verse 1]
Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer Clean on my way
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