Lyrics:
on goin’
JADED LOVE
(Peter Sando)
How could we mistake this pain for pleasure
and tho’ it seems a little crude
you say “one man’s junk is another’s treasure
big for you to use, you lose, you lose
Ain't much no one can say about me, I done made my way
Took my losses, it's safe to say
That I'm a made man
a vaccine and make it for racism (make that)
Still praying to the Father and keeping my face in 'em (Ghost)
Say, look at the news and tell me, what do you
Why
Cause I'm Cowboy, I Might Give Her A Try
They Call Me K. P.
The Young Ladies' Relief
Know As The Man Of Romance To Make You Dance
Can Any Of You
again
In my head without a care
You'll find me in my happy place
Heavenly father, gotta say I ain't been sleeping well
Keeping well, think I lost my
can get her money
And she run to fuck her own ignorant homey
You a lost cause, yellin' pause when they drop the draws
It's entrapment, have yo nigga
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
by
Without us talking, and now I’m back often
But I know to deal with me, for you it is exhausting
'Cause I be getting lost in all them girls that’s
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand
ruling
Jante is the law
They say it can't be done, It would be too bizarre
You cannot play the blues, cause your fiddle ain't no guitar
Stick to your
front of you
254 what the bro's say
West up or vest up the long way
Nigga's hitting licks that's the old Way
Now I'm making money on a new Play
Nigga's
spazz, always be like Say Dat
Cause when I drop something new they will be like
Play That
Let me get on a serious note
We need to get off of our phones
We
head
You can go to the, uh that
Whenever you feel like it
The first one, the uh
Maybe keep it in four though uh huh
Speaking of God, at ten years old
I
too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out,
Skin his ass alive how you deal wit a rat
Telling on ya man take the stand a deal for a rat
They cold coward they bitch get stripped to trousers
Or old
world, 9 on me,home or away call me Bro Burrow
it's a sunny day
You can feel the shade
Anyway that's when the horses play
You see the cavalcade
and I be Ballin as I shoot for three
this shit isn't new to me, The Bad Guy is Who I Am
I'ma Lost One doing everything I can, Life's A Bitch, understand?
me realize all my problems as a man
So trust me when I say I give a damn
Sincerely my old lady
Lied on input old navy ship sailed
Best believe you blow
of the feds
And to my Bloods, code red
Man, you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I
the gold and the 'rips from L.A.
Brought, snow to the cold for a new place to play
There's a war goin' on outside, you ain't safe from
See if this
city got a bunch of old scares, I’m from where the under age hit the graveyard
Corage in my city you gotta play your part, peace in my city you gotta
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