Lyrics:
it's simple
Might fly right by open windows
If I see you cry, we gone get through
Listen you are not alone
Wrote a new song
I ain't bring the storm
trying run it up by the bag
I been running I been running up a check man
I guess that’s why all these other niggas mad
Ima real nigga you know that’s No
wrote in the song
Girl I try to come and make you smile, I'm gone so will you wait a while
As soon as I come home we gon' smoke and then I'll stay
Chicago, this is Common
I'm in the place with my man, Sergio
This is how the words'll go
This is how we rockin' in the circle, universal though
Lá-laiá
Hmm, hmm hm
Hmm, hm, hm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hm, hm
Yeah
I wrote this a year ago when I wasn't famous
Now I'm counting 3 mill while I'm eating amous, uh
Story
When I wrote the lyrics to Something to Believe
In it truly was the hardest lyrics I ever had to write.
It was a time in my life that,
Who wrote 300 songs I did, who coulda recorded them all I did
Who was the one that threw em away I did
Who's the one that gives up when they fall I
I know you ain't wrong
I wrote my apology into this song (yeah)
Baby what do you need
I'm simpin over your love now
I'm all about you and me
Dior what
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
WROTE THIS SONG AND THIS IS GOING OUT TO YOU-THIS IS GOING OUT TO YOU-THIS IS GOING OUT TO YOU- I SWEAR I DO IT ALL FOR YOU LADY/(VERSE2) WHO'D OF THOUGHT
thing I look forward too
Is a roasting summer
I just finished one song
So I wrote another
Get your head out your phone
Or suck your mother
Found a unique
Listen up I got a story to tell
cbout a man who changed the world by changing himself
Into Black praising, Fact saying, Track slaying teacher
cs
Uh
I exist
Spoken in a confident voice
Can worlds shift in continent hoist
Look under for the plunder
A rich man's song that gets sung for a sum
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man
man's body
Young boy with a grown man's soul
I just wanna tell somebody
I just wanna let you know
Letter to my 18 year old self, hope you remember
I wrote
hard
And gotta outwork everybody
Cause I dont wanna fall apart
And one day I will be having a song on chart
And its better to by a crip, before you buy
shouldn't worry, I own all my songs and I wrote them myself too.
I got 24 children, 14 wives, 3 mistresses, 59 accountants, 105 lawyers, 2000.000 fans,
freaky old bastard, you.
Is it lonely out there in space, man?
Or is there life on Mars?
Wouldn't that be weird 'cause you wrote that song, "Is There
your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way
Walking in a winter wonderland
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it
god
The man will take you from there
Loso
Coz not a day goes by, that I don't wonder why
And what should I do
[Thanks to Hasan for these
in god; the man will take you from there
Loso
'Cause not a day goes by that I don't wonder why, and what should I do?
What should I do?
does it
(Woo) , this trap shit, I does it (Trap)
I wrote this shit when I was on a layover
Thirty pounds in my luggage
By any means, get 'em back
the set
Hustled day and night, to get her by my side
Wrote a lot of songs and I have no regrets
Tried letting her go
I tried listening to my bros
Cause she
always felt since the first day that we met.
I wrote this song for you, cause i thought that you should know.
Batter or for worse, ndi ene mia vhana, i
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