Lyrics:
morning to you
I think today was overdue
This new perspective yes I want more
It's like Jim Croce knocking at my door
I hear the sweet music outside
I got
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
And while chasing an elusive snowflake
That was determined to reach the ground
She bumped into the businessman passing by
And nearly knocked him down
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
outside the door
Come hear a tale of Halloween
And one October not long past
Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway
Would never be quite so young anymore
Fury,
You know, the way it would come off to other people
Oh he's, he's this and he's that, I don't give a damn what he is
He gotta get in there with me
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
Kermit the frog and big bird sang "It's not easy being green"
At Jim Hensen's funeral, if I'm fifty-six years old
When I kick the bucket and a fucking
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...
Wait a minute! is that you?
What's that
way I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
I
to bun a reefer
It's Meek Mill and Omelly, nah that's Hus and Creepa
The way I've been roasting I think I need a diva
Big bunda, she in the Bundesliga
Stay chasin' the green
This that heat rock, the way the beat knock
Came a long way from movin' sheet rock
Not a CL Smooth and I feel like Pete Rock
on my kidneys, I wear jeans that don't fit me (damn)
I feel free as my willy, pockets fat as a whales
See, as a kid they tried to scare me, like them
I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty
momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground
than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'mma feel this world when it kill me
And there will be no fear
Can you decipher that I want more
Than what we have now
It is not enough to raise our children
I don't even want my son to be
when we not together, when it all comes together
So please forgive me for my selfish ways
See a better version of myself when I'm self engaged, and trust
Check
It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' our skins like lizards
Too cold
will not deliver
I remember how you stood there in the pouring rain
I remember how it felt to hear you say my name
Learned along the way you will
a scratch, fear none of that you won't feel a tap
But that's after the task is all completed, so don't you worry bout all
That bleeding, it's just for a movie,
we're not to be stopped.
If I...
I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game.
What the damn, she's killin it again from that dame.
Now
me is that you I don't know what we're gonna do
But for now I'm glad I got you on the line
Well it feels so fine knowing you're all right
But
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