Lyrics:
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
And it's never giving up
It's always a move away
A real loose cannon, a true rider
Going down to the auto shop
On the highway near the train stop
down again
Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again
I'll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground
Running from
DOOR
AND PUTTING HER WATER BOTTLE AWAY BUT IT FALLS ON THE
FLOOR. THEN FREDDIE COMES RUNNING OUT FROM HIS APARTMENT
ACROSS THE HALL AND GRABS IT THEN
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
different brethren lifting burdens with my gift from heaven
Jayso put me on this rhythm like it's xpliph & Sheldon
Lift da head & Spit da heavens down & quit
me the key"
I was pulling up the door but Jason's bigger than me
Literally, I remember viscerally
Jason pulling from behind me now he's gripping
trailed it in the cover
And I killed it on the mountain miles away
Now I've had my lazy supper
And the level sun is gleaming
On the water where
of DVDs
Highway roadmaps and magazines
Billboard signs of dirty beauty queens
Miles away, miles away, I’m miles away
I’m writing to you from this Santa Fe
motherfucker
That nigga me
And he grew up on poverty
Grew up on robbery
Grew up on ebt
He grew up on dvd's
Grew up had to wash the ones down
Just to keep em
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
woman from oh so long
She give him whole heap of loving and satisfaction
She never ever set eye pon a next man
Support you when you down and even held
bins for recycling
Eight compact light bulbs
Seven striped hemp beanies
Six recycled ornaments
Five books by Heinberg
Four bamboo bookshelves
Three
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
You either get to hell or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore
Way
Learning what you could from DVDs
All about the game since before age three
Like a cloud passing Bras d'Or lake
The sun shine, like your smile, it took
knocked down doors for y'all that was locked once
I know they might never get me, I still put on for the city like the Lions first round picked me
I ain't
fuckaz swiping sugars from our cool-aid
Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm, I
The very arenas
You normally shy away from: making
The very hard decisions you
Have been avoiding
Confronting the people who are playing power
Games with
All my bitches up to date these hoes is obsolete
They was comin by da twos now they coming by da three
I got some of da baddest bitches pulling up in
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
Slaves, Worked sugarcane
Three times more than the U, S of A
Africa's, Not even, Eighteen, Miles away
From Spain, This, Caste system is insane
How Blacks,
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