Lyrics:
gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Greed is the word, it's a verb
Wants
-
That old tree, yester playgrounds
It fades away in the wind
And that you always be...
My little angel
The sweetest thing that I ever seen
You were my
it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there till your stuck in the middle
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running 'round
it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there till your stuck in the middle
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running 'round
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
can moon walk
Everybody switch up and I don't give a fuck
But like fuck, what the fuck did I do wrong
Better go with yo move or just move on
Yeah you
Where you at?
I'm out here in South Park Village
Stay right there, I'll be right on
C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main
Jay called
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
children play...
We're not gonna sale our happy little house at 4-0-33
Wouldn't take a pretty thing for the love we had at 4-0-33
I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
Submitted by
the trees
And rain fell softly on your face
Oh I remember every little thing about that day
I remember every place
Grey skies, you were laughing
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
Short, short)
What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What? What Short, short)
Now I don't give a fuck about
Yo' Benz or yo'
don't give kisses
Because i'm fall in pieces
Run away from places
Step by step
On the beat
Feeling like in codeine
I can't see
Little things
You know me,
got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don?t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I
little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
done played in the park with them
This money thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch what you ask for
You sure you want this son?
You
-
That old tree, yester playgrounds
It fades away in the wind
And that you always be...
My little angel
The sweetest thing that I ever seen
You were my
a rain
And thought that I'd stop by
With some flowers that a friend was going to throw away
If you're going to die tomorrow
Could you let me know today?
I
Choppa wanna sing
Give it the mic and let it sing
Eighty on my clothes and I
Spend eighty on my ring
Wanna be like us, but you not gang
Waste away, I
on these missions, little niggas listen
Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes
Know you tellin', nigga, they played us the tapes
Screamin'
but a big ole bully
Ever run up on little ole me you stupid
I send the word make it harder to breathe
Park right on your curb and just prop up my feet
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