Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you
Washed Money man
This shit ain't on you, it's on you, man
Let's go
I been accumulated wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out
stormt through the woods both day and night
Oh how these years going by
Oh how these years going by
Oh how these years going by
The more the years are
you are
These labels will have you wearing high heels and a bra
Cut the roots to ya tree and watch ya empire fall
Now hip hop is a tree, and trees live
The wind sang in the bare woods
And Thomas prayed by the trees
Heard him whisper through my dreams
That life was a reprise
Met him
so I spur her like Boris... tourist
Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant
So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred
so I spur her like Boris... tourist
Saved by the bell no I never been, Me relating to a lame... irrelevant
So I'm cutting down trees in this Hatred
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
through the clouds
Ah, the apple trees,
And the hive of bees,
Where we once got stung,
Summers at bordeau
Rowing at bateau,
Where the willow hung,
through the cloudâ?¦
Ah, the apple trees,
And the hive of bees,
Where we once got stung,
Summers at Bordeau:
Rowing at bateau,
Where the willow
You ain't like me (Like me)
You lil niggas ain't like me (Like me)
Nigga please (Nigga)
You lil niggas ain't like me
I just spent $200's on a white
Mama used to get us Christmas trees
Now I’m alone sipping Hennessy
I work too damn much got no energy
Santa won’t pull up to through my chimney see
I
lot)
Time will go and the years fly by
All through the Eighties
And we'll have another slice of American Pie
All through the Eighties
Credit card
of grows
You know how it goes
You know how it goes
You know how it goes
Breeze through the trees, I'm a cheef in the zone
The police, tryna creep
to the
Bathroom by yourself then you slowly
Work your way through
The level system and you get more privileges
More independence
Were you quick to work through
girl, you know it's true
be be be betcha this guy makes more than my lawyer
If he works for one day, costs you half a year's pay
(Baby) He can be here by
with me
and drifts through the darkened garden
in our great overcoat
'til we are stopped by a marbled portico
that stares at us like a map
i've
the only time I would hold a Mac, or at the drive-thru Window
Wouldn't do drive-by grip, hold Pistol, I switch flows as if I'm a Schizo, grew up with flip
Time will go and the years fly by
All through the Eighties
And we'll have another slice of American Pie
All through the Eighties
Credit card living,
the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
ain’t never seen no leash
Grown by the land you can tell by hands and the blood running through these streams
Yeah I’m rooted in the earth in the middle
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