Lyrics:
the pain
It's an old thing, it's a soul thing
But it's a real thing
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One
the time
They want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin' fans
Leavin' souls hangin' out
On the 10, on the 5
On the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson
Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin' through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Down by the crossroad
Yeah
Where my story will be told
Yeah
Let him know
This youngin never did fold
If I never get to see the day I'm old
I pray to God
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
our goal
cnd it's our mission
Just to help your soul
Baptized in water
cnd fire too
You won't be slaughtered
By the enemy's tools
You gotta die
Young nigga turned somethin From nothin
Young nigga got it out the mud Hustlin
My 2 40s stay together like they Soul mates
Got the lean by
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Yeah church, Church
Bottleneck
Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by
A gray haired man
eat, I can't sleep
But I just like to move my feet
'Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music
To change your lady's mind
And there's
It's an old thing
It's a soul thing
But it's a real thing
Pray tell what's gonna happen to brother
Who's gonna help him get further
One another
won't be saved just by prayers!
It might be a revelation
To this generation
But if you know the book of Saint John
It's a battle that must be won
Jesus
Swerved over to the side of the road
Told old John Brown this ain't the world I know
Sat down and I turned on the News
I had to cut it off don't
loved him as his own, John was a good man
Fed from the golden table, sheltered from the storm
But can the heart and soul of an Indian boy be changed
From
What songs would Elvis be singing
If he was alive today?
Would Bruce have given him Fire?
Would John Fogerty drop by to play?
But is it too much
(echos) Ernest John Locke.
Untethered soul,
Ejaculate into space,
A cool, smooth moon,
Demoted planet dwarf Pluto,
Stone cold moody blue sound,
Way
You know I keep it gangster (Gangster)
You know I keep it real (Real)
Let's see how much pain you feel by that stainless steel (Steel)
Askin' how
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
she wanna hear is Waka
She jerk when I move like
Her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul like I'm Phonte
Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé
rhythm numb my brain, and your lyrics ease the pain
That slithers sad and slow and rots the soul inside me
Now John, he's down from Dallas, where he left
Salthill or Mallow
I stood like John Wayne by the wall
Lined up like cattle, we waited to do battle and fall
You can't wine and dine her in an old Morris
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