Lyrics:
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
Well I tried to cross that river, but the water just went up
It's gettin' harder for a man these days to keep himself afloat
When I was young down by
It's the mighty man coming with the ill scripture
I transcript the mixture 'till you get the picture
Coming from the time of design we got the lion
In times of uncertainty, passion and greed, mayhem runs rampant and free
The old ones have spoken and so it's decreed that we shall depart to the sea
I never really get to make the changed that I planned
All this work to try to be the muhfuckin man
Some days gotta do what you can
Shit, some days you
the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
[Notorious BIG]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it flip 2 keys in 2 weeks n didnt flawlet
my brain
a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious
Get message
the side of the road
But each time the devil's caught me I remembered what they taught me
In brush arbors by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by
the oldest
And strongest emotion known to man
Something deeply inscribed in our
Nervous system and subconscious
Over time, however
Something strange began
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
away your oars
and your earthly disguise
as the old age home
floats beneath
the Potomac Bridge
night after night
Cape Canaveral candelabra
soon we
along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
goes accordin' to plan
Yo killin' em softly
Makin' em cop plea
Blessin' the black leaf
Stakin' with 40 thieves
Now diggy bruh, time to conjugate
connect
Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as i can tryin' not to get blam off in
who steps Too close
Cross the line, and you'll find, in due time
The reason I'm on my grind
Put my blood and sweat into my craft I perspire
Then take it
all of their problems on your plate?
All your friends will
Who can see the real you?
All your old friends
Who sticks their oar in everything you
the first time in history
Man has developed the means with which
To expunge all life in
One shuddering instant and, brother, no
One gets a pass, no one hides
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
wounded whithering warlords/
step fourth /
with shields shimmering/
300 brethren slain/
que passages of sealed fates/
their souls bound by mother time
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
the work flow my mind is moving the oars
And I ain't never gunna stop even when I do make it
I be on the up and up like economic inflation
My feet are
Oh these desires to be somebody better than I am
Trying to be a man the best I can – never good enough it seems.
O look around; What do I see? God,
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