Lyrics:
You will definitely miss music... Trying to sneak into your house drunk - three hours past your curfew... You'll miss the blaze and glory of the 4th
a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
with the Don and the Mo'
Now honor my flow, it's fifteen years in the makin
Now it's just sixteen beers in Jamaica
I'm the hip-hop Barry White with
mornings
(I'ma overcome), uh
I'ma overcome
Gave me the world the begotten son
When I wake up I already won
Bible on me like it was a gun
Thirty-three years
to divide the Rooster from the Owl; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.
15 And let them be for spotlights in the hen house
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years
pussycats come out
Late night no matter where they roam
They always gonna come home to Tom Jones
Thirty years strong never went wrong
Still in the game
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
minutes, thirty seconds of a rock and roll record
Is all you need to know
Live forever in a day
All by yourself
All by yourself
You can change
her statement
I gotta take the longer route on my road to Greatness
I gave up almost 3 times in the past 3 years
I had to boss up
Make some changes
the Washington Senators take over my place in his heart
Six months out of every year
[BOYS]
Strike three
Ball four
Walk a run'll tie the score
Fly ball
the trappers and dabbers can feel me
Three-five in my Backwood, you know that I faced it
Bought moms a Birkin as soon as I made it
The Percocet turn me up,
wings I neatly aimed
blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
to no-one I am a stranger
and I put new bullets in my gun
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the U.S. residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
a boy
When I work out Puba go see Roy's
next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister,
Even Dad was weeping when he
'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister,
Even Dad was weeping when he
I'm on a lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's cryin' all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister
Even Dad was weepin' when he
me
It scares me I'm only twenty three
Living another five years will be enough for me
You get the chills cause you know this real
I'm searching for
and now you're twenty three
Let me dance in the rain so you won't see me cry
Every year is the same thirty days and nights
I get lost in the pain you
Ahh
Yeah
Ahh
Mmm
(Shit)
Can't have no broken heart
Cause I'm a (Damn)
This that Mustang City Music (Fuck)
Thirty3 (Thirty3)
Mmm
Can't have no broken
the three MCs
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
And when
Boy, don't sleep in the trap house, nah, that's risky
Ain't no deals in the trap house, if you want three, that's sixty
Boy, don't sleep in
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