Lyrics:
need
Not from me, not from anybody
But I'll be here when your knees give way beneath
Please do know that there's still a home
With its filled-in
Soaked through a strainer here's a doser
The King James version is paid just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll kill rogers double O seven
Hanna
in the morning I get home. Yeah, no o'clock. If you're a drinker, you know what that is? It's like six in the morning. The lights really haven't come
There's nothing you can change
About anybody's work except your own
I said it's really not strange
There's nothing you can change
About anybody's work
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Okay, I have done a lot of screaming today and I'm not happy
My voice is gone but it works with this type of song and the lyrics and everything, so
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
whose to care
And I go by the Lord, anywhere she's on my way
But I don't belong there
No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to [Incomprehensible]
Anybody who would come by?
Or answer at all
?
When the streets?
I could follow blindly?
All the familiar tar and glass?
Become bleak to me?
Is there anyone
ton épiderme
Who the fuck are they? Is my topic of the discussion
They is anybody who be blocking how you function
That overprotective father
Trayvon
He was supposed to come by, he said he mow my lawn
But that's not here or there
What if he's out there scared on the run
Head to grave
I already
and NAACP and in particular Rev james
Orange, Mrs alice Johnson and Rev love
Who we just lost last year
So I'm duty-bound to be here to simply say
That it is
threw on the beat
Stomped wit eighty feet on the corner of crazy street
So please take a seat or meet the fate of the obsolete
Bar counting is just some
don't come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
to right
I tossed and turned and called you up
But there wasn't anybody home
It makes me sad, I need you bad
But I guess I'm just gonna have to wait
their reasons
And Marie Antoinette has lost her head
Don't look at me, Everything is free
Set the table quickly, James, We'll be thirteen for tea
road'll get you home (c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put
baby, there's money hours
All yellow gold on me, like I'm Trinidad, James
Sittin' drop top wonderin' where the ceiling's at
I know my old thang wanna
of St. James
And you remember that house on that hill in that storm
And you remember well sleeping there safe and warm
While all manner of spirits
The Angels are too old to drink
and the Legionnaires are in homes There are no painted pastel tones here
Friday evening, 10 o'clock,
where
wish that I still lived alone in my apartment
But when I'm there
I'm still lonely
Nothing is home to me
Sometimes I'm satisfied
Being undignified
them hold down by soul
The world's a cruel place but it's home
Filled with millions but I'm alone
There's a fire within
It's everything I push in my pen
home
And feed your body to the wolves
Ayyeeeeeeee! lil shawty ready
Have you stranded leave you naked, begging
She might just ask ya is there anybody do
ain't getting no cheaper
Promoters still want me to feature
You're sitting at home telling
Yourself the swag
Food you're smoking is a creeper
It's not
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