Lyrics:
give in, surface wasn't even scraped
I ain't ever giving in, you can keep me locked in here
I ain't ever gonna break, might as well just disappear
You
And three weeks later, he let me go back home.
But I laid in bed three weeks just thinkin'
"I believe I coulda took him if I hadn't been drinkin',
So
was beating his
He might as well say beat it kid, he's on the list
Its like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head
He goin' keep pushing me
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
you (type ho)
Until you get through (you know?)
I'll be waitin'
Now me and you was cool
But I ain't the one to play the fool
Can't make no money
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
the morning
Still think your skin make you way more important
Nah (hol' up)
All this money but you still can't afford me
Gotta sell your soul just to get up
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
quit, stop it
Now came out my wallet, we flyin' down to UA,
Just me and lil freaky, just meant to pull up on all of you
Cuffin' them bitches, I'm droppin'
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
only just believe
If you look into your mind you can see it (See it)
That beautiful thing you created (Created)
With faith you can reach forth and claim
like we’ve decided
Don’t take me by the hand come closer
Make believe that I wanna hold ya
Slip across the floor
Straight to the door
Honey I just can’t
knew that we could make it with a song and ain't no one believe me (Ain't no one)
And ain't no one believe me (I swear that ain't no one believe me
give me that throat)
It ain't on accident (it ain't by accident)
Fuck nigga, just know (nigga, just know)
Throwing more racks again (throwing more
Spotlight's back on, got my faith, where's yours?
Do you still believe in me?
Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see?
I'll never forget
Why
Cause I'm Cowboy, I Might Give Her A Try
They Call Me K. P.
The Young Ladies' Relief
Know As The Man Of Romance To Make You Dance
Can Any Of You
took a ride
She was all over me
Outrageous
Just ain't real
I was too wasted to see
Before you get in too deep
And you get burned by the heat
money to save
Better life for me is what I done craved
Would you believe that I'm gon' make a way
Would you believe me if 2 years ago I told you I'm gon'
good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
minimize do the minimum
Yeah you make me happy I might skip to you
Put subliminal's in my visual
You believe in me yeah I'm blessing you
You remember me I
your place
Tryphina on the way, I hope she make it to you safe
Working on my self, you know the streets is never safe
Did it by myself and I might do
If you gon be by my side
Make sure you keep it trill
Ill know that you down to ride
If you just keep it real
I’ll let you be the bonnie to
My clyde
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