Lyrics:
in my body
Something changed in my mind
Urge for an adventure
Urge for some time
I never want to grow up
I never want to climb down
Yeah, um
Listen
You
Summer went by
And I'm missing my freedom
I fought my demons but still they ain't leaving
I've been Lowkey and
But I've been feening
For some recognition
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets
I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken
like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows
By my nature and I hate the chase
The secrets I hide well who gives a shit
In me I can find down in my pit
Down in my pit
Now you're not god, I am
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration
And gotta face
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
2k2 women be after me team
But fuck a female, it's all about my retail
On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers
C.d., and they
Verse 1
Tears role down my eyes as my soul bleeds inside, so much pain I hide, so much love I give out, I always make em happy, am sad through it
know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my face
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it
you ain't gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration
And gotta face
no pressure to kick rocks
No wonder they love you, more than I do Hip-Hop
Hold up for the pit-stop, My lady don't flip flop
I'm make her love come
want
Same taste-makers still playing favorites, only gave
The time of day by way of Rollie waving in our faces
Debauchery, funded by the dollars we gave
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
the answers to the same fucking questions
Love signing burnt CD's at these autograph sessions
Love getting drunk for my shows and stage diving
And putting my
and the bass to delapatate your waist
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool
Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor
and none of y'all
Little Derek
Chrous X2
Little derek's doing ok yea
Little derek's doing fine fine
Little derek's doing cool cool
You know how we do
Stepped out my
go from la to the bay and then back
Cause I'm very much missing my bae
Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace
And erase it
Flow into
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
follow
We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there
Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity
Sell five million CDs and give
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