Lyrics:
a mirror, I see
Those two in every way
Every hue and every shade
They're the yin to my yang
The good within the badness
I've got this old picture with
Val
or is it you or is it only Jaded Love
Jaded Love Jaded Love
Was I betrayed by all my blindness
and the music in my reverie
Is this the price I pay for so
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
my niggaz up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ??
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me hoe? Hehehe
Is y'all ready for me?
of saint
Living by the day
Moving birds
Got my dawg
Locked in to Pelican Bay
Uzi by the safe
That's just for niggas
Trying to come take
I'm not the game
the mothafuckin' greatest, Immortal Soul, for nina abangazi
This beat by the one and only Kay2godlee
Nizothini! Nizothini
A few words for you
The Next Big Thing
so much)
Gin in my cup, twenty two cones I'mma stuff lightin' another one up, cause
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They
what they do
My heart is way to big for me to change I'm still the same dude
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Baby I'm still holding on cause girl you're
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
Concussed with percussion
Whilst under a discussion
Confusions conclusion
Atomic combustion
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
You'll never take my pain
afraid of a thing, she isn't shy with her love
She says I'm all on her mind, she's on the tip of my tongue
Loving the way that it feels even when we get
Both sides, denying wings
Lake sides sipping by the springs
Playing two different kinds of strings
Just for two different kind of fiends
Don't get in my
brought the ointment
I live and die by the pen, and Kaarmaa coming heavy for you
You can tend the rabbits, Lennie, this a game of mice and men
I've come
I guess we found out the highway’s not big enough for the both of us
And I don’t want to be your shotgun rider no more
You used to think I’d be here
passion of us three
This shit is natural to me (Allrounda Beats)
I know for you it isn't
Pissed at your new position
Sitting 'round stewing
Wishing you
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
play one more time
We've got enough quarters for One More Saturday Night
Or Two More Bottles of Wine
Turn the lights down again — this party isn't over
of that
She says I'm too good looking
I don't stand a chance
I'm too tall and skinny
For her style of romance
She like's em big, mean, dirty, dark, and ugly
it
You know you got it on
The one's and the two's
My man's in there, doing what it do's
I'm from Maryland, in your system like heroin
This is how we do
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
a twelve-inch
Smoking the best Celtic
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may
this therapy shit, nigga, fuck that, talk to who, for what?
Shit, when I was raised, they told me feelings in females, start with the same two alphabets
on the piano)
I concede probably I'm hellbound
A bon vivant as you can see
A lust for life as big as me!
A gift for living well
But enough about me! Raise your
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