Lyrics:
your collar
Calling me a man
Time is a big one
Lonely and a bit of fun
Mystery and hopeless
Happens with the palm trees
And she makes me
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
And walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
And walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
last
The heart of his soul it breathes inside of me
(the heart of his soul it breathes inside of me)
[Chorus]
My man, he makes me feel so special
My
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed
Edumare shine your light
On the street boy
Everyday Me I hustle
Me I no sleep oh
I don know say
To make am for the street
No be by big muscle
That
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
clique I pop my shit nigga don't get hit by the hit man
They don't wanna play with the big man
Nigga make mo noise den a big band
Yea I gotta got hard with
they ain't fucking with us. It's a black man's world, Trying to make it up the Ladder, just to hear them steady telling me my life don't matter It's
done
I'll make ya wack n- if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it
TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
I'll make ya wack niggas if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it
make me slap you
Look, like, wait till I catch you
Look, man are like "that's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like
Hey
See me point that gun at y'all me no play
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way
Me make
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I can
TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
I'll make ya wack niggas if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it
about my man o (ebelebe oh)
Six packs no be the thing wey make me fall for am o
I dey feel like a queen when I dey right by him side o
Any day, any
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
makes me feel so special)
My man (he makes me feel so precious)
My man (he makes me feel wonderful)
My man (I'm feelin' so comfortable)
My man (he makes
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
Yo
Dre, man
Make my vocals sound sexy (woo)
Come on, man, come on, man
Okay
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's
It’s a white man’s game
Gotta lace up your shoes
Gotta button up your shirt
Gotta play it by the rules
You don’t wanna make the news
It’s
and cheap we sayin holla
man we sayin powdah,heroin,grass, X
pistols,bullets, versus sex
weezy versus whoevers ya best
fuck a hot 16 i make 11 ya chest
gotta
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