Lyrics:
holding it down
You know, the Geeski, Xipe Ollin, it's his stage name for those who don't know him by his behind-the-scenes name, you know, his real name
it mean that music is to
Blame did we look for James Huberty's
Inspiration when he gunned down people
At McDonald's? What did
Timothy McVeigh like
lungs
But they know I still love 'em
Hold me down
Lets go, one more round
You ready
This is the big one
One more round
Got your back
Through the thick
your bitch
If you fall off, and ask your mans for help
They gon' tell you, "No
You gotta ask your bitch"
Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it
Your
city
Rejuvenate your burnt out sea put down your Philly for a sec
Close your eyes and don't fret
Listen to the audible sounds and just let
Your soul
white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play
I got you touching yourself through the phone as soon as
We link up my love it is on I take your hand lay you down
On my bed gal you know we can get
come of age for you?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
IV Seasons Of Man
The time between the notes relates
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Remix!)
Hey yeah (Luda!)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (It's Zone, 4 baby)
The world is all yours
Let me paint a perfect picture for
on a letter
L-O-V-E
No one will ever
Deserve your treasure
They don't deserve your love
Way more than ever
The four word letter
Wrote on a letter
L-O-V-E
No one
down, and die (for love)?
Love is a 4letterword
A strange dichotomy
Sometimes a little
But takes a whole lot of me
Soon as it gets me it's got me
Soon
（其实我到现在也还是不是很喜欢）
It’s like, I’ve find a comfort zone for myself, to lay down.
（但我找到了个对我来说舒适的范畴去看待这一切。）
Not too positive, not too negative, not too optimistic, not
music that isnt
I was just making it clap to Wacka Flacka last Christmas
Clap for a nigga wit her rappin' ass
Nobody know if tomorrow promised live
I mean, everyone need to go the fuck to sleep right now! Tell em!
Lay down, lay down
Lay on your bed
Leave the monsters that you've been afraid
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died
All of my niggas
piss in
So what's the mission, what's the plot?
Who gon' get got and get dropped?
Was the homie, now an opp
Might just pull up to your spot
Lay in bed,
bring sexy out
Mic test 1 2, check me out
4pm, let me out
Nah, she won't let me out
Up, down, take it, slow
That's the way she like it so
See you lunch
smoother
I'm listening for a starter pistol.
three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows.
I wanna drill holes in the sky.
I'm in love with
Ah-ha-ah-ha
I promise to pray for a positive fate
Had the world in your palms
But he caught him a case
Shed a tear in the court
He got boxed in the crate
like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
(We must pay homage to him)
Ayo
Change of plans, AM to the PM clock been changing hands
Say that I look better, I suggest that you go change your
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
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