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After the stage show
And Carnival goers still haunted
By Kelso Cochrane's ghost
Power to his picture taunts us ever after
So many questions never

a nobody
Link in my hood, show me some love
She fell in love, & it's just by the hug
I feel like I'm blessed from the angels above
Shawty catch feelings,
I'm

if he could be
Now I'm in the booth feeling lucky
Came from the mud g
Chasing the money
Rugrat ways I was basically Chucky
Same time still shoot my

(Been getting down when I step in the booth)
(Been getting down when I step in the booth)
Fuck one more time
I been getting down when I step in

a dragon
Her body fire
I hit the booth it's fire
I hit the booth it's fire
I hit the booth it's fire
I hit the booth it's fire
Baby played me, she told me

I hit the booth with the pistol
Eazy just stuffed a whole gram in a swisher
Hoss Swayze in this motherfucker - heat seeking
Missile
Call me

along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?"
Oh, I'm fine"
"My name is Mos"
"I'm Sharice"
"I heard so much good about you, it's nice

Ms. Fat Booty

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides [Clean]

1999

along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?"
Oh, I'm fine"
"My name is Mos"
"I'm Sharice"
"I heard so much good about you, it's nice

And the counter looks better by the second
To my brain
That booth is fucking beckoning
Now the body follows with a reckoning
Try to keep the vomit down
As I make my

switching his story
By then all my shells on that taper fade
They all on my trail but they slower than snails
I leave a fine line like a razor blade
When it

Done touch much victims
You know
Lost Q so a brother aint slipping
Still pissed cause I miss him
R.I.P
Drop top whipping
Whind down the window
Couple

the days till I help my brothers back in Lagos speaking money wise

Verse 1:

Welcome to the Southside I’m living Southside of the Thames just by Croydon I

(Dear You
I still miss you)
I still miss you
Wish we had some more
I had issues when my brother went to Baltimore
You were with me, even though I

Baptized by the fire spit up by
My brother in the booth
Factual and cruel
Probably got it from his brothers too
If he my brother they my brothers too

sitting on the shelf
I cant fight this legion by myself
The clay pot still needs the potters house

Sometimes I find it hard to face my feelings
Fine dro,

Left shorty on seen that's the reason she gon block me
Brody got XD but I'm still with the boxing
Locked behind them bars got a nigga drinking coffee

My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right

Popping out for

go nowhere in life being pampered by others,
You a grown man with kids still staying with yo mother,
Don't be asking me for no rides and don't be

of dealing with change
Up on the stage I be feeling delight
Glad of the time that I cried in the night
Tasting my tears went and opened my eyes
Blinded by

I'm doing fine
Don't need fairweather friends
Stealing shine
But leave when fairweather ends
Thieving time
Intrigued by happening trends
Got me one

touch anyone of my brothers at 1 then I swear you won't make it to 2
Hopped outta church and I prayed in the booth
Stacking this cash I'm just making my

Drama

Dave

Psychodrama

2019

was even bigger
Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
We're forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
We were figures just

always knew that I'm dying a king
Look at the way niggas lie in the stud
I almost thought its bed in the booth
Know I got buzz, I'm feeling like woody

Brown Paper Bag/Flashing Lights [Remix]

Fat Joe

Drive Slow: The Trap Party

2008

blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking