Lyrics:
First they love me then they hate me then they love me again Zamba, Ssesamba
Acoustic Sessions
Here we go
Range Rover ya white
G- Wagon ya black
around music
It's like you can't get a relationship with
I'm still with my first love which is music
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? For real
The reason I'm here
love it you can't get enough of it in your blood man
- Those long night sessions, hot summer days playin away, take a stick break and head back
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
Sitting here by myself
And playing these sad acoustic love songs
Waiting for someone else to sing the words
You know
Not so long ago
I asked you
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
and bounced back
Filled the gash in my skull with dope rhymes and boom bap
I walk the asphalt of the last Los Angeles land
Not to be conquered by the white
and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti
Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor
With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
It's not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love -- we
the real me?
During in a studio session
Word?
When do you see the real me?
During in a studio session
Word?
When do you see the real me?
You might think I'm
to break up, over me not calling up her fast.
Four years wasted over nothing but grass
I understood grief and left it in the past
On the love of my life
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
at our feet (ooh)
I'm in your arms
And all of your charms are for me
(Not for me)
Check it
I need a crunk tight nigga
Makes seven figgas
Laced
surmount to depression in the final section
Of life's biggest trial, it's the ending jam session yeah
I'm just a humble cowboy living paycheck to paycheck
roped in disguise
We all know they're lies
We hope to survive
I'm not liking this confusion, of this day to day life illusion
Why are we moving? I'm
myself coming back
Each therapy session chips away at my writer's block
And in the midst of relearning what I am and am not
I found stillness in storms
her mind
She my every drug not prescribed
Bitches change she my only dime
I'm still working hope she give me time
In the dark here she come wit light
I
pride "Court is Now in Session"
Friday night we out playing the corner
Not because we hoods, cause we want to
No drugs being sold, we ain't dirty
Thinking of us making love sounds like acoustics
Never got in my pockets even with a pool stick
So I iced her, wifed her, she a cool chick
Now I’m stuck
it's not for show
Soon as I step up in the party I'm like nigga yea we got to go
They love me around the way and everybody know I'm not alone
Man I
was perfectly wrong
Now i'm in my bedroom setting up acoustics
Can't sleep, can't eat, not without my music
People hate it I make it for people getting
As the ocean lands at our feet (ooh)
I'm in your arms
And all of your charms are for me
(Not for me)
Check it
[T-Boz]
I need a crunk tight nigga
Makes
up in they mental
Simple well probably not, fuck 'em
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my
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