Lyrics:
me cry but happiness does
It's so strange to watch your life walk by
Wishing it was, wishing it was more like a fantasy
Where every day surprises me,
me cry but happiness does
It's so strange to watch your life walk by
Wishing it was, wishing it was more like a fantasy
Where every day surprises me,
scrap of now
In the moments I'm allowed
And I'm nothing, remembering no-one
These are the days I won't remember
Drift on time and tide as time goes by
here comes another papercut
now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
until she comes back around like them cailing fan blades.....
we met 22 years
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them cailing fan blades.....
We met 22 years
lover maid nicely
Ignorant in all hours of the days yesterday other side world was
Everything is know 'come pasts sure my day want by hood time
Ignorant
Getting buried in the sand
What you're holding in your hand
Let it go or else I'll keep it out of reach
Wishing you were here same as every years
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
about half mast
A monachoptic vision of the past
Find your feet you'll be okay
The feeling persists another day
Combing through these last three years
gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?
The money was good, the money was fast
No business mind and the money won't last
In the money rate you fell first to last
rather just do bad by myself and
I know they shocked by every mountain I done overcame
And I embrace my every fall its time that I reclaim
My time is
You think you can have your way
Go through your day and forget about me
You're letting those days go by
Always stuck in between
On your knees for this
slime to dismiss, I'm acidic,
Diss my line a minute while I'll be in dark n days,
Where the people don't ride Maybachs,
They packin' spark n quays,
niggas prosper
Every day a new nigga catch a felony
I wouldn't wish prison on my worst enemy
I want you young niggas to make it to seventy
But you niggas
niggas prosper
Every day a new nigga catch a felony
I wouldn't wish prison on my worst enemy
I want you young niggas to make it to seventy
But you niggas
(Your every kiss)
(Your every touch)
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why
unconcious
[Chorus]
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat up
Can't run away from a madman like me,and i
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
pod was scattered everywhere searching a way by
To run from this horrendous bang, this ringing in our ears
The sound it grew in length and depth,
and parcel of life you'll find within yourself the strength that will transcend that
You know I have people come up to me, many people every day
In
the crown
Owned by Verisign, they can take anybody down
Make a bil every year, what the fuck do they even do?
Collecting rent for their careers, getting paid
don't get nerves just sit
I been in these streets too long I need a franchise pick
Show up every day and don't call in absence or sick
And I don't need
feet up while the time go by, I
Waited years I ain't wastin' another
Cause when I'm with you, every day is the summer
Now we can hit the pool ride
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