Lyrics:
care man, I'm still gonna make this tune
Coz I know that we didn't go to the moon
And how bout the moon rocks they gave to museums
And thousands
Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
That's a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin' in his bloody boots
Yea
when I'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
serene, yeah
Though I'm holding back
I'm still so attached
Is you down to ride? Do you want my side or nah?
Girl, yeah
'round you, I forget all that I'm
You're a 1000 miles away
But I still have you're love to remember you by
Oh my darling
Dry you're eyes
Daddy's coming home soon
It may be
seem more like strangers
It’s dangerous, when I think about it
And god forbid I ever speak about it
If by chance my new family meets the old
There’s
influenced by the niggas that spat on it before me
Being J Cole and A-Reece
A fraction of the rapper I be
And so I ask myself, if musically I am my own artist
bar
Young innocents faster by the generation
Call it Nascar
Thinking you way up
You ain't that far
I call it like I see
Treat them like the hoe they
up there were three by my side
There's still three by my side and they're keeping me right
Slide to my left and I notice the ballers that creep
I
started separating
Meditating on my vision, now I'm staying dedicated
We leading the generation, we gon' take them straight to greatness
They don't
a sinner like you I can't be perfect
I still fall short i can't be perfect
But I'm saved by grace the Lord is perfect
The Lord is perfect
I'm a working
the world's oversaturated
I think the world is still oversaturated
Father forgive us, we know we dying in this present
You know we blinded by the present
I
Touching an image and expecting it to respond in some way is now something more than one
Generation has been born into
Kallisti's first tablet was
then I started separating
Meditating on my vision, now I'm staying dedicated
We leading the generation, we gon' take em straight to greatness
They don't
a thousand times I'm leaving again
I can hear those engines turning
a thousand and one as I'm leaving today
I don't know when I'll be returning
Oh
One, two, one
Everyday I pray for mankind
We're all slaves to a generation socialized and sickness is in the mind
We are habitual thinkers,
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
strap
'Cause I was a son of a gun
Livin' life on the run
Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none
Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson
Pumpin'
And the City hall thrashed by the so called outcasts
Lit in the street, can’t quit no defeat
But makin ends meet might lead to a rap sheet
Alex Ñieto rest in
End of a generation
Imposed for the survival of the future
Baptized by fire
Trenches decorate just like the
Graves for the sons of nations
Five hundred
you've done
Why don't you care about the fact that
You don't have a goddamn say in how your life goes on?
You still can't get complacent with what you have
neutral
Cats still might shoot you
What suits you
If you gots issues
A thousand tattoos
Confused in 200 dollar gym shoes
Spendin' more than you got
the foes that jumped up under our clothes
We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed
We still trickin' out, jerkin out
Half
A million different times
When people let me down
Still I'm doing fine
Thousands, I collect
Problems
Expectations
Also dollars too
Remember working day
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