Lyrics:
that I want
Time ain't shy it lets you know it's gone by
I don't mind as long as you're by my side
One day soon we'll have traded allure for deep eyes
suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examinant
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block, my
And we have to work twice as hard for a nice pat on the back
And as we climb the ladder, aspiring for the top
More often than not we’re stymied by
angel sometimes I ain’t shit
All the time I give respect to women and thats it
But one in particular's for ever's a broke bitch
I know what I said I
You had so many chances
Why have you let 'em all go by?"
Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you need
Sometimes the world is upside down
for hip-hop (yeah, second renaissance type shit, check it)
Yeah
Who would have thought that paintin' pictures 'bout bein' broke
Would get me riches
something else
But that's just all I have
I don't have a perfect answer I don't Have a perfect rhyme
Sometimes I'm off beat in this take And that's just
a bunch of things I didn't think I'll realize
Like sometimes we are haunted by the thought of wasting our lives
Or there is a knife that kept on holding our
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
soulfully exploited on the screen you choose to bare
All I have to say is that I hope you're all aware
Stella doesn't love you
She can't love you
She's dead
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
only got)
One world, one world (that's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong with it (yeah)
Something's wrong with it (yeah)
Sometimes
Sometimes
I just wanna see me
Happy
That's really what I wanna
See now
I'm thinking bout you
All the way from Cali
I wonder if
You think me
dream,
That I am trapped in an act,
not of my own design,
In this act, I demonstrate
the kind of performer I might
have become, had I not been
blessed
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
I'm living life in vein
And these games that we are playing
Are driving me insane and leaving me darranged
So let me stop now! arrange a marriage
only got)
One world, one world (that's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong with it (yeah)
Something's wrong with it (yeah)
Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we
my mind is changing
Rearranging this dangerous melody, uh
Yeah, and I know that ain't nobody finna ever be ahead of me
All that competition right there
dancing I'm just shifting weight
I thought that you could tell
We think that we're so cool
And make the others drool
Talking like a chameleon
SOMETIMES love
crossed
Say you're lost
Yeah the night is young but I'm still feeling older
Ooo I gave my all for you
Some stay some fall for new
I pray that I won't lose
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