Lyrics:
in
And its starting to come back oh wow
Messed up one too many times
I wish you could see the signs
The way you turned the other way like how
40 miles
me craze
She do her own ting, cos she won't swing my way
Shawty keep me up for days, yeah yeah eh
I no wanna vex you oh, girl I know you on vacation
we're gods on on our own, we think it's Going how we call it (call it)
Till the tragedies in Vegas, Newtown's in the papers let us know something wrong it
the chains
She'll keep pressing every day
And she'll find her own sweet way
Part of me laughs
Part of me cries (I cry)
Part of me wants to question why
the chains
She'll keep pressing every day
And she'll find her own sweet way
Part of me laughs
Part of me cries (I cry)
Part of me wants to question why
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
like the Tone in my skin and my voice but they both come sweet like cognac
Hennessy black queen coulda done ya
See the strength of my queens in the dunya
Used to being up Im not on adderall
Think shit sweet got that heat for your casserole
An asshole with an afro
Hope to get picked like an Afro
caught in the passing of time
It's like too many miles, too many heartaches
Too much that needs to be done
Yes and too many sidewalks, too many people
Too
Y’all sleep in y’all own world and I’m
Rollin rollin rollin I ain’t slept in weeks
Got a pistol by the bed only bout 6 feet
I been waking up from
the pleasure's in every inch of your temple
I travel twenty-three million miles of your mental
Chemistry, between you and me, in harmony
Causing angles to meet,
ON PUBLIC HUMAN LIVES
WHATS MY WORTH
im taking charge , by a large
100 yards 100 steps
in the vip in the car
WHATS MY WORTH
i manifest , in the flesh
way I
to me, speak
to me, your silver you light
Where hole opened up in Alaska
Gray sh wind in
The canyon wind in the rain
Wind in the rolling
for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.
UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball
you know, in the wrong? All scenarios, not talking about it, to both of your parents
They was never watching, but I mentioned it, for letting all it go,
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
the trees
My advance slams put you outside looking in
Or the other way around, that depends, look again
Took a pen so you could zero in on my book of gems
underneath the sun
So much left untouched by anyone
There's another million acres
Lying underneath your wing
Will I ever know you all the way?
Will I ever
there's no road
Then you've gotta
Forge your own
Inch by inch
Mile by mile
Carve your own path
To the future you dreamed of
Have faith in those who believe
gonna help, they'll leave you in your ways
They ain't gonna stay, they all gonna walk away
Yo, clique, it's all filled up with liars
Always been steps
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
The shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down
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