Lyrics:
(we have got to figure out how to get right back to love street)
I need directions (we need direction, woah)
To that street called love (to that
ain't no joke
Down with the sound called BDP
After livin' on the streets alone
Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
I used to watch
I sing of the swift and mysterious style
Of Billy the kid and of Oscar the wild
Upstarts and outlaws and lords of the night
With destinies dark
know we are alone
Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on
Bust it - man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
She have faith, she have di
Alright
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got a buddy livin' out in Jacksonville
In love with a woman with looks to kill
He called me outta the blue just
over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down
a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
all over again. That's how I was offered my first record deal when I was 16 years old.
My grand scheme of being emancipated, went out the window. When
the moulding sand
He wore his trade like a company brand
He was one of the cyclops' smoky band
Yes, that was my old man
My old man wasn't really old
It's
we brought my baby home the first night
Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib raging
In my new car bought from entertainment
Champagne and gaining
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
It started on a Lord's Day morn
That's when their love was born
On a walk out behind the old man's barn
In the haze of a summer day
Sam has lived
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
Well, how you doin' bro
What's up man
Chillin', I'm cool
It's hot as hell
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin'
A dip in a pool
F**kin' nice
I'm 'bout to hit
Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
while one millions of souls
sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea
the end of the week and all I can think
Is to drink and have some fun
Shootin' pool and actin' cool
While the jukebox plays some Garth
Then I get there
No chardonnay for my cool uncle Mark,
I beg your pardon just J.D., Coke plus old Garth!
Cuz Brooke’s played Chris’s games way too harsh,
Now he stuck
yeah
I
Tried to be modest on y’all bitch ass niggas
But I guess I am the fucking best
Man these old
Niggas coming out with this bullshit
Man you ain’t
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