Lyrics:
And their secret it would stay
They went out for a little walk
Hand in hand they strolled
In the middle of December
And the wind was blowing cold
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
at your door
Freedom is the thing we dread
Stop the Thought Police before they get in your head
Honesty's the rule we're living by
At least, until
was my brother
You had a place to stay
In the middle of may
Next time y'all talk bad on me
I'm gone load my nine with 100 rounds
Sex money murder
damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
'Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man!
Always in shadow
Out of the gaze
By default or design
Spinning a thread
Finding a way
The one-eyed leading the blind
Never the talk of the town
Go
one five in a heartbeat
I didn't know about taking losses
That's cause I had lines with squares
And Os in the middle like noughts and crosses
No
see by the logic
A young Nigga racing I made it this far no attachment
I take the strings off the guitar
No Melody playing, ain't no love in my heart
Ghosts haunt me in the middle of the night
I don't care coz I Know you're by my side yeah
And I know that everything comes at the right time
Until then we
Running out of time
Nowhere to go
I've been searching blind
Through these hollow walls
Escape these boundaries
Hanging by a thread
Breathe through
His own image so am I him?
And in the middle of this crisis
Shit I wonder where Christ is
Well, he damn sure ain't K town or the wild hundreds
Where
with pain tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn it's embedded in front of me
Nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange
with pain tryin' to gain my sanity
Everywhere I turn it's embedded in front of me
Nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety
Got me feelin' strange
snug
To judge who was, who drew blood
And, lupe look at all these toucans
In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons
understand your plan.
Now I see the importance of history
Why my people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
hesitation
I'm a leader so I walk alone
I ain't watching other niggas cus I'm in my zone
Only a handful of brothers I would ride for
A handful of brothers I
I swear that shit gettin' old (old)
All them stamps in the middle, nigga, just like a centerfold (yeah)
Stepped on like Sigma Phi, that shit'll be
move bitch
And since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
Drove off and parked in the middle of nowhere
Thinking I'm alone but she's the same kinda lost as I
She's looking down but not defeated
I asked her
gets me so out of breath
In the middle of Nowhere it feels just like
I was right for the first time
Let's get lazy boy
Lay on the sand with me
It's all
Highway 66.
From the middle of nowhere to West California, we’re making this a one way trip.
‘Cause there’s no-one else in this big old world with who I’d
Highway 66.
From the middle of nowhere to West California, we’re making this a one way trip.
‘Cause there’s no-one else in this big old world with who I’d
had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
Now I know you like your boys
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