Lyrics:
'That's the way everyday goes, every time we've no control'
Steely looks up at the sky a wide
Flat translucent aircraft is
Coasting slowly above
Leaving
vendettas
Gonna creep back up
To dead us
It's just us two
Man bless us
My gratitude is tempered
By the pain
And all that led us
Up to this
Fortune teller
that I can see
Is the old man and the sea
Beckoning me
The old man and the sea
Waiting for me.
Now I drag my friends
Into benders that don’t end
I keep
life that's got you
Worryin where your ends at
I go where my ends at i be dyin daily
The old me is dead, the new me's pretty crazy
Religious folk confuse
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
And if you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling
think you is?"
The creator of sin and the king of the dead
At nine years old we was talking bout Xans
By the fifth grade, they was talking bout Sprite
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
on the spot
But his man almost got shot
Now it's the talk of the block 'cause he's dead and in the cab
The [????] [????] laughed, then he started [????] dive
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
The smog is coming
It's another cloudy day,
do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in queue
I got too many man tryna build a connection
But their music dead so
kings kiss the dirt
Only good king is a dead man king
Only good king is a dead man king
Only good king is a dead man king
Only good king is a dead man
We never gettin' old girl
Lets do it all tomorrow
Sippin' on moscato
Got three bitches in the grato
Another nigga dead
I'm just drowning out the sorrow
Clap man! the president is a black man
But the way they out here
Robbin we need a batman
I can rap and I'm real, Real rap man
Life like a dice game don't
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Cold sweat and dead inside
A wrong man in a big bad land
Where many a good man failed
He goes alone... He goes by his own way...
All alone in this vast
show you
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man
of these voices
Yellin’ inside my head
I'm afraid of living
But not prepared to be dead
This old dog has seen better days
This old dog won’t change his ways
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
"Sir, are you sure,
This is the best way back to the base?"
"Sergeant, go on! I forded this river
'Bout a mile above this place.
It'll be a little
wave
Wave at me, and then I wave back
I hope you know I see the way you look at me
Now, why you lookin' at me like that?
You see, our nature is
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
with dead prez, see'mon
(Blow blow)
(stic.man)
I'm deep in the runs
Where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young
by
I just want
What I can't get
And I'll never have
Cause we try too hard
And we crash course
When I'm not sure
Circumstances
Have their own way
Fuck
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