Lyrics:
road by myself
The battles carry on
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong
Now I could care less, truthfully
invisible
Near the seventh tier but leaving
I took a stance
My ability to break a trance is developed
She seen something different in him, she just
that's dying
Now now my past life was a fast life
Had to grind to get the cash right
Any night could be my last night
Out here scuffing up my damn Nikes
of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
I'm out here maturing (Listen to your heart)
Fuck it, let another year go by
cnd by this time my songs are blowing up, I'm out all the time
Then one
Where the flips open at 6
And the fiends hugging the strip
No hand outs, ain't no arms off the hip
But just know it's arms on the hip
Arm at a loss they
my prays, my air, my earth, my water, my moon, my son, my baby, my motivation, my son
I just want my chance
I just want my son Justice Prentice Powell
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
out legs open
jump man jump man
My team
my team
Do things
Do things
Everyday we ball
KD, King James
( Safaree repeats Hook )
(Safaree Verse)
I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling
it up
These old niggas just don't know when to shut up
Better call yourself lucky if you walk on a crutch
I got long arms, I can reach out and touch
Chorus:
I’ll always be by your side
Rough seas or a bumpy ride
I’ll hold on tight through any storm.
You can count on these open arms
Verse 2:
Thought it
last
Umm, I'm sorry, then I took out my notes
In the back I got a mass of lyrics that I've wrote
Keep it hidden with right arm like I might strike harm
"And then, the finer details, who's your Juliet?
What's the dynamic in the situation between the two leads?
You know, I guess we're all just
We're
a third time
Fourth time I clicked and popped
BOOM! Money shot
Next morning, cops found me, needle stickin' out my arm
Peep the drama, another sad story
a third time
Fourth time I clicked and popped
BOOM! Money shot
Next morning, cops found me, needle stickin' out my arm
Peep the drama, another sad story
and find you gone
And I'm so blue and all alone
So far away from lips so sweet and warm
Just out of reach of my two open arms
That lonesome feeling all
out without a time out
Keep my eyes out to see it all
I don't know who was first to love
But I need you by my side
It was about three years I wanna take
dap, nigga
Just pay homage
Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck
I'm from the danger zone where
We handle beef by death, nigga
Everybody's
time and existence.
The story I am about to tell you, is about two troubadours, who love Persia and have gone on a journey in search of the Jâme
working for Irish Rail and in my father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang isn't it to sweat. By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my
called me (no, no, no, no)
So I'm gonna leave my cell phone
Turned on in my purse by the bed
And before I fall asleep
I guess I'll just check my
called me (no, no, no, no)
So I'm gonna leave my cell phone
Turned on in my purse by the bed
And before I fall asleep
I guess I'll just check my
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