Lyrics:
ya fireplace
But my body's in the ground and it'll be a cave
A place where we'd sit and now my love remains
And now my love remains
And now my love
Man, it's a beautiful park by the crib, right, you know, and it's always some giant piles
Of dog shit
One day, I saw the dude that was letting his
that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark
My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
offline cos you’ve got friends but they’re not mine
Am I fucked up in the head? Am I not right?
It’s been a long night
I take a walk in the park on my own
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waiting for the main event
Like the days on the corner
We watch the world go by
On the nights that wasn't
and my thugs
We come in the club
We swung lovely
Watch how big the buzz be
Trust me son
Every ghetto got game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waitin for
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
smart till them start take flight
Dreams sweet like party
But inspired by fight
So when I a sleep
Them always in sight
Tired of hypocrite people yeah
you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat
it that fate hasn't sown
In the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown
I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts
As mouths wilt and turn
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer, J. Mayer
I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel,
my past
Can't forget about my loved ones
Can't forget about those who past
Thinking bout my future
I'm thinking bout what remains of us
Things I
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
cannot go down, too late to go sad now
My dawgs in the park, they gambling cards but this ain't a game now
We rolling in packs, it sound so abstract but we
remain
Who am I? Will I ever know?
But right now I am the king of this winter lane
Is there anybody out there?
In the middle of the mist in the field
remain unanswered
Now I'm listening to Kanye on the Taconic Parkway, riding fast
And you're out in Echo Park, blasting 2Pac, drinking a fifth for my
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
'round
(I need it 'round)
I keep my windows tinted while I speed around
(Skrrt, 'round)
I can make ten thousand in ten minutes
That's an easy count
(That's
Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my
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