Lyrics:
me one last time
I promise to never
hurt you again
Sit down
take a minute
Don't turn away
By let me hold your hand
In front of you I stand a broken
a million years from now
If I'd been around a million years ago
Every thing I've learned or forgotten, imagined or come to know
Would disappear into
the places I go
And all the things that I know
Through all the highs and lows
'Cause life is like a slide show
And all the things that I've seen
And all
finer things
Hoping for a color diamond ring
She just see's the dollar signs in me
She sellin' a million dollar dream
Everything I have I had to leave
than you believe in this reality
You too busy chasing salaries
Too busy being trapped by the powers that be
Trust me, I ain't even trying man see I just
than you believe in this reality
You too busy chasing salaries
Too busy being trapped by the powers that be
Trust me, I ain't even trying man see I just
a real one since I was real young, huh
Since a pre-teen wanted one thing
Get a deal done for some millions
It be plenty weather, no North Faces
faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like
at my circle only a few remain
Tho many things change I still remain the same
Trapped in the rain got me lost in my brain
Let me walk you thru my
life is a movie now
Things changed from a juvenile
Fake friends tryna pull me down
Need somethin' to slow me down
I just mixed Sprite with the two, woo!
I need alotta gwallah
The type u stacc and pile up
Type u get from powder
Need it by the minute fucc this by the hour shit
Cuz i need a million
Jay Z, come out to play hey yo Assassin
Gimme one of them tracks I
Can just ride on motherfuckers with
Mobb deep niggas talkin' bout we can't rap?
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, I like them tattoos on your leg (on your leg)
I wonder how they look up by my head (aw baby, baby)
I'ma lay you
Niggas shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggas ain't rappin'
With the ghost of you
And I'm still the same old rock n' roll
Juvenile
You've been high
I've been low
You're everything I want to know
The only thing I
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full
dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my Glock
Pop-pop
Yeah it's (a million)
I freestyle battle niggas for (a million)
How many niggas bit the soul? 'Bout
(a million)
How many hoes did I bone? 'Bout (a
deal with an addiction
Hold it down for the millions
And the millions who convicted
Dealing with sentences
I ain't talking about no English class
Throw
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
the best
(maybe for the best)
And you ruined the scars in my eyes
And I will make you pay for everything.
You changed "The stick" for "The thing"
In
derelict juvenile (oh)
The futures got Travie engraved on a name plate that I copped on Fulton
While the passers poppin' pills somewhere on the other side
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