Lyrics:
while saving souls
It's of the man, the marketing plans
And a new Mercedes for his 17 year old wife
He's really diggin' on the girl
With the top 20 ain't
He tore down the work of 17 years brick by brick
And stone by stone
No hammer was swingin' cause cheatin' and drinkin'
Don't need no help wreckin'
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20
left me stuck
I know it wasn't love it was only lust
But I miss us
Wassup old friend I just stop by to see how you been
She told me she don't wanna see
understand that do not make me half of me
Was 17, eyes had a gleam. now everything is grey
Except these songs I made
Time go by and friendships fade
Lost
Keyshia Cole, Keyshia Cole, World So Cold
Made Keyshia Cole
Since 10 years old, Keyshia Been Cold
From the Cradle to the Pole
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia
the days they just needed three or four
But now it's 95 and I don't need to show you how
I know you know the old dance that I call the Eddie Bow
teach the Achy-Breaky to Billy Cyrus
Monkey see, monkey do
Slacker monkey junkie voodoo
Mr. Bob Dobbs is the man I call my guru
Bitter!
Quitter!
Bugger!
Mmmmmm I woke up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I woke up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your
old, I couldn’t see what was coming
Of course the plan, mom bounced on old man
Then we moved to the Venice sand
A young youth seen gangs firsthand
Faked
along until it all ring home
17 and hoodied or Aiyana Jones
What good is a man if he can't keep his own
Claiming to have faith and yet he still drop
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Well, brother Joe never had a lot
He became a man of God
Started preaching at the church down by mile marker 17
He works his days, he works his
who left a nigga like a dead man
Lord what i did to em? Swear I can't understand
Lord knows I wanna live my life
My old niggas let me down
Travelled
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life i'm livin, i'm
a business man first but
Still will give em that work
The xannie man too proficient in
The art of disperse
Throwing kicks at ya circ
Wit a dick in ya bitch
but
I got the same ambition
Same mentality, the same intuition
Besides a little money
Man ain't much difference
Still got the same bob when
I walk with
forte I let a sleepin' dog lay
We on that old missin' link
In between the baboon and the common man
They don't understand tho
They ain't even tryin'
it helps me clear my head
Mr. James says
Ten years ago I was rich man
Well I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that
peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling
measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!
Does
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
To Dundas!
Abandoning Keon Park
In the intricate dark
The old bus went to Dundas Street
I still see
ain’t boning no fish
On my mama I should’ve been blew Color of the Benz blue
Don’t fuck with them old hundreds nigga like his Bens blue
Bad bitch sitting
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