Lyrics:
one clue, like K-K, K-K
You smoke too much kale, pack of Lager
We don't do ale, man don't fail
Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn't get no bail
Hey you, Whats up, what's happenin
It's Wes and i'm talkin in rap again
Is it too late, am I too strait, is it my fate
To move weight, can you relate
and doin' time right now
Hold on, stay strong
I see you when you touch down
I see you when you come home
I hope u get this kite, write back, man
Hit me right
Am strong with grace lot lot grace
It's kubanna
Eeeh
I want some cash, caash
I need da cash, caash
My heart is gold, gold
But am fucking sad, sad
right, or it's wrong.
Man it's a shame, instead of playing the game.
Play the song, play the song.
It's too Garth, too George Strait,
Too right down
youth.
But he never found the music,
To accompany the truth.
Now the old man had been young once,
The old man had been strong.
He once had a family,
true as the wind
True as the wind
Blows
By now the girls are strong
They're strong as the sea
Strong as the sea
Flows
Pressure dives sky, dark
Don't know how to party
Really don't by any shape or form
Whether strait up in the sunshine
Or passed out in a storm
Don't know how
But now I know I
legandary as I might be
suckas want to try and kick step all over me
first I ignore them and try to be cool about it
but here I am at a club man it's too
It used to feel like a whole different world to me
Escaping all the dire straits of reality
Hip hop is my savior from what lies in the dark
The pure
to be thought of, when I go above. No progress made, my life's a blank slate
I am in dire straits, rethinking through debates, for original thoughts I
(ok!)
You know what's up (what's up?)
Talkin' real and such, damn
Been thinkin' a lot
I got no fan, cuz I'm way to hot (too hot!)
You know Wes up, strait
inside my shoes we not the same lil homie
I gave you all the tips to build your stock and you still traded on me
I'm like rip the old me, I'm a better man
yo bitch to come and serve me sum-in
Trappin, up early every morning
Guess I'm too, addicted to dis dirty money
Ain't never been no ho
Told you nigga
making you mad
(d roc)
in a lil bitty room where there ain't no light
thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right
the dark and the light, the strong
making you mad
[D Roc]
In a lil bitty room where there ain't no light
Thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right
The dark and the light, the strong
Constantly making you mad
In a lil bitty room where there ain't no light
Thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right
The dark and the light, the strong
up, I'm strapped up
Downtown maniacs strait jackets and strapped up
And scrappin', we can do, see scrappin' what we do
And I'm like let me at 'em
a strong team right
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah, yeah)
By your side (let's
When you told me about your heartache
Did you think it could be healed by daybreak?
That telling me about your dire straits
Could somehow reverse your
There's a system we all must follow
If we want to get ahead
Some men are strong enough to make it
And others are just too afraid
But mama told me
is the anti-messiah
Stack my notes high like Mariah's
Treating the straits like it's dire
Obviously, she forgot who I am
So it looks like I have
dire straits
Lost is such a funny state, an empire built when you were great
It never meant to leave a scar, I never walked, never went far
Wrong side
and silver linings
Dire straits and extra miles
I don't claim to be a seer
Or the wisest man of all
I never said I know the answers
To what makes a woman fall
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