Lyrics:
right really better forget him
I'm in this Kafka-esque nightmare I'm proud to call home
Where the guns are all cheap and the weed is home grown
Where we
bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I
that I love,
feels so fine "come on girl"
Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my mind
[Verse 2: Ice-T]
the truth is, it ain't easy for a brother
nice
Both parents home, the struggle is still prevalent
Playstation, football and mad wrestling
Raised in a place surrounded by bulls
Mad active yutes
control now hard work
Is good for the soul and I love it
Growing through life and stress
Knowing the fight is just half
Of self-imposing our righteousness
already grown
By the time the night is through
I'll be there waking up with you
I'll be there waking up with you
I'll be there waking up with dead hearts
by 1
Only to be replaced by another child with no place to be a child
The system is no place to be a child
Paradoxical as it may be a group home, more
fold
So we call our shots in the dark like coal
Drop them gems for the 'Gram and pose
My God, might lose my flow
Still gon' grind till the cows come home
twirl we spin like when hi my name is earl begins
Wake up wake up wake up today
Like ok how do I get through this shit today
Hip hip hooray hooray
like Christmas Eve
My worst day is carefree
When I think about how you love me
Our love is like a Psycho or a trilogy the drama is killing me
I'm
that we've grown apart, oh no
Well, the only way to start
Is heart to heart
One by one
We're collecting lies
When you can't give love
You give alibis
love the most
Life is cold, but it's still it's so wonderful
You get hurt the worst from the ones you love the most
Said it's a cold world, yet
dollar after dollar
Had to get it on my own
I got love, I got hoes
Smokin' gas by the O's
Half a script in my nose
What you know, what you know
Same me,
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
and mistletoe
We can just go home, take it really slow
I bet your mom likes angels
"It's a Wonderful Life" is my favorite
Cue up the song let our hearts be light
love, love 'em)
My lows (I love, love 'em)
My highs (I love)
My lows
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
Take the harbor when I'm coming home
Livin' in
is hungry
The city is paid by the hour,
The city is a grown man who cries in the shower,
The city's full of space- noone can afford
The city is
you a poem
Lovin' you like I got nothin' to lose, yeah
This love is patient, you my vacation
Cash low or cash flow it's love that we chasin'
Grown
Somehow I'd pay back what I owed him
Cooking his supper and cleaning his boots
Yes, and kidding myself I could love him
Oh, but now my baby is grown
want a boy
So she raised him as a queen
Now little Billy Joe
Would be Billy Jean Queen
Billy's at home
Getting watched by a Teen
But the mama doesn't
calls as if no one were
Home
We'd rather not be bothered, content to live off bread alone
See, our appetites have been altered by a world we made our own
please
Just as long as we done each other right
Through the years our love has grown now our love is twice as strong
Cause we've got a good understanding
When we were younger
We spent our time pretending we were old
But now that we've grown
It doesn't feel like magic anymore
Where'd all the good times
fucking song
Let's do this though
(By any means necessary)
This is for the culture let's go
A fool with it the flow old school
Let me show you how a grown
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