Lyrics:
soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of losing
I've got nothing to do
Jumped out that Audi, big ring, no marriage
Hood, but my style from Paris
Twenty thousand, excuse me, I'm sagging
That's your hoe? Damn, you
needed them around
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction, I think the hurt set in
I just caved in
And I
circumstances
That could've ruined my life, I'm 'bout to sign with Atlantic
Look, God be lookin' out for me, he gave me several chances
I sent him a lot
Ooo, think I'm worried 'bout a rumor?
Whoa, I got a big crib, how many rooms here?
Aye, I forgot, I ain't seen the other side since I bought that
Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel
Nigga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new shit all the time, play my shit
Said this a muthafuckin' real thing, no warning shot
I didn't come up to your door to knock
C4 in a foreign car, either with me or you not
I'm
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
Yeah, you've been alone
I've been gone for far too long
But with all that we've been through
After all this time I'm coming home to you
Never
Yeah, you've been alone
I've been gone for far too long
But with all that we've been through
After all this time I'm coming home to you
Never let
what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters
I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not
You know they be asking 'bout Common, where he at?
What that man doing now?
I'm doing what I do, Hip-Hop
That's what I do
Yeah
How can I say this,
I diggin' with my fingertips
I'm gripping at the ground I stand upon
I'm searching for fragile bones
(Evolution)
I'm never gonna be refined
You never give me my money,
You only give me your sympathy.
'Cause I keep on running,
There's no way to catch up with me.
I'm leaving you, don't
who's the joker?
I guess I'm it
'Cause I let it right go when I found it
Time has never been my best suit
Now I've got everything except you
You moved
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
night in America
It's the last hot night the last hot night in the world
It's the last hot night the last hot night in America
And I'm looking for you
Let's go
I'm painting, I'm painting again
I'm painting, I'm painting again
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old
stash for protection
Family is raged the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife I'm
And my life needs no witness
And my burden is my own
My burden is my own
I’m in, I’m out, and I’m gone
You gotta answer to somebody
You gotta
like a saxophone
That's on errrythang, I'm talkin' errrythang
Told my jeweler I got 50 for my pinky ring
Straight cash, hoppin' that Spyder thang
(Still getting it)
Yeah, I'm here and still getting it
More food more love, still getting it
Beggar time, rap at night
Best, still getting it,
my pride, and learn to forgive
When I'm looking for love I pretend
It's you
A love that never ends
I pretend it's you
That I'm in love with
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