Lyrics:
Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
a little push to their dreams you will be the one to be proud when that happen
It's sad to see when I walk around the downtown
Kids are being fool by
foot slips out from under him
Sending a cascade of rocks tumbling into the sea
And Xine is only hanging on by his left hand
And it's slowly giving way
a dream
And this you have to learn
A very precious love
Is something you must earn
Is your heart still as sure
As it was in your dream?
Are you
of my life
You leave me outta breath with no one
You must be covid one nine
You soar thru my mind
Stuck in this coma
You must be covid one nine
From there
(can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (can it be that it was all so
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
Here is the sketch
I want her life-size
The line of the neck, the curve of the belly
The face just as I have it
The skin must be silk, the muscle
children can be free from the pain
The human race
It must be somewhere out in space
The sands will filter through the timeless hourglass
As I pass beyond
for something that I must reclaim
I am growing stronger I have found the hunger bring me back to my life
The long dark broken by this light the vision
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
Yeah, fuck your dreams, nigga
This reality, yeah, take that
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
You think you had the last laugh
Now you know this can't be true
Even though the sun shines down upon you now
Sometimes you must feel blue
You
wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop
do you understand
So you must find me out running up them bands
I only like counting hundreds nothing but benjamins
Regardless how it might be coming
Many journeys end here
But, the secret's told the same
Life is just a candle
And a dream must give it flame
The key, the end, the answer
Stripped
do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me
as he must
It’s only just that in his mouth be thrust
The golden vomit of him
Thus the diseased body will pass through mitch’s gut
And resolve
afloat.
And when I have to leave you home
As sometimes it must be.
I feel that with my leaving
I leave far too much of me.
Yes, you're my dancin' boy,
it's been too much time that it's gone by
Living life in dream
And everything repeats
What a dream it's a fantasy
The power of having everything
What
breath - holding on - feel - holding on things that way
Life - time - sliding by us either way
We - finding that peace - Live in that dream - die when our
miss how it feels to be sick and your momma ain't got shit
Everybody passing by thinking that we are alright, but we are hungry, not a slice we could
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