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see it in ya eyes
That you ain't gettin yours so you tryna get mine
She go to my songs and she start playing Lying
Baby I'm a giant baby I'm a tyrant

prophecy
Just two letters L and T
Grave it in ya brain you could remember that shit easily
Know all of my people deserving the fine wine
Just don't whine

Go Jesus 

By C.Relo



Hook: Go Jesus it’s yo birthday! 

Get in the vibe 

You know it’s Christmas time 

Go Jesus it’s yo birthday!

Turn up

we wanted
Was to be heard i'd spit for hours just to
Make sure you'd recognize
Hoping one day I'd hear myself on 2-7-9
To tell the truth
I couldn't

(Don´t play with him)
Play with the gang like you might get blew
I'm wearing Off White, tag on my toe

Dirty licks, hit the block, nigga
I'm tryna

(Huh)
Now you got two baby daddy's
Living off the government (Ah)
Three lil kids, single mother loving it
You should seek first the kingdom
Instead you

Verse 1:) I gave you truth but will you hold me down/ my inner thoughts are oh so
vivid to this picture now/ there so disloyal to the vision so don't

fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes

swisher, strawberry swisher
Don't call my by my first name
You can call me Mister
Get some chronic, put it in a bag
All the cops, are on my ass
Roll

about what you dream 
Stop fooling
Stop fooling around you ain't a fool 
Cause it's only yourself you are fooling 
Let this song stick to you brain 
If

Perfect photograph, quiet song
Resting in each others’ arms
With galaxies of fallen stars

Heartbeats in unison
Eyes wide open, two like one
Love won’t

PC 2:
And I could sing a song
A hundred verses long
Just fall into your arms
And pretend that nothing’s wrong
But sometimes to see the light
It takes

Wishful Thinking

Scarub

Heavenbound

2001

of her beauty
I moved our conversation from
Name into hobby
Hobby into visions
Visions to envisioning the two of us meeting up again
If she would just pick

song was brought to you by Jeff Fresh” (chopped and screwed)

ever been the problem. Jot it down inside my notebook. Now you know where all my songs from. Pen, pad and some paper. Stomachs on fire, swear my words

Verse 2
LAST NIGHT I WENT OUT DRIVING 
A HUNDRED MILES OR SO
THAT SONG WE FELL IN LOVE TO 
CAME ON THE RADIO 
THERE YOU WERE RIGHT BESIDE ME 
JUST AS REAL

forget old times
Write a song, make sure it rhymes
With the footsteps in your head
You're alone, my Grandpa's dead
He got a pain, that's in his chest
He

seguir

Love wears a disguise in the words of a melody
Passion plays its part by creating the harmony
It's the darker side of the song, the minor key

Yo
Who thinks I can’t rap
Rant laps
They hear steak
And they want a beer made
Tell me I can’t rap
Or I can’t make songs
So I stopped
That's what you

made of beats
Love is made of beats from two hearts 
I know the rhythm in them sounds as one
I know that loving you's a song

Life is made of pain,

a meal, a bed, and something to do
If I could only live my life as full as you

And this blood in my veins, and this song in my hands 
As I try to relate

Alright y'all
So at the beginning and the end of the record
I'm gonna Pray for two people that recently passed away
First I want to Pray for Juice

to do what we want
The only thing we make is love and we do it til dawn.
I hope she 'bout it at the end of this song
I'm putting in my two weeks saying

gotta dwell between two energy centers
And in the center i find myself

What's going on i can make a song 
But my heart is not at ease 
All i want is war