Lyrics:
I keep going round and round on the same old circuit.
A wire travels underground to a vacant lot.
Where something I can't see interrupts
a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn't mean it but man you should've seen it
His flesh explode
Slow motion see me let
and Big Dave
Hoop dreams turn coupe dreams
And we sold crack where kids play (what else?)
Live on Lenox, fell dead in a vacant lot
His 16th
for your spot don't squat
Shop for a vacant lot or get shot
'Cause Chicago niggas don't play them games
When it comes to slanging them thangs for
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't
here
This kind of thing must stop
(Caught dumb again) can't read
This vacant lot
24 hours, some time ago
Since you were around
There's a lot of people
since vacant lot
And the hot ones
Live on Lennox but unfamiliar
We got one (We got one, we got one)
Meeno, that's my nigga
I just had a dream me
It'd take all the booze in the world to forget you
You've left my heart a vacant lot
I'll fill it with another shot
And yes, I guess they oughta name
town, no bemused Trudeau
No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
You can see your breath in
start to be in The Source and UGNR
Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots
See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots
Yo, I just want
start to be in The Source and UGNR
Cats just start teein' off and takin' shots
See you makin' knots now they waitin' in vacant lots
Yo, I just want
loneliness
In vacant lots and fluorescent malls
In one room coffins and crowded halls
There is nothing to be done
We have lost all control
I walk in
and hoping they invoke hits
Hope is all you've got
Buying low, selling vacant lots
Vacant stares and occupied plots
Tired slogans from tired showmen vomit
Vacant lot, one shot, bitch died, go figure
He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga' man?
He used to bring through
Vacant lot, one shot, bitch died, go figure
He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga' man?
He used to bring through
pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville in a brownstone by a vacant lot
Satan's got, my mind, my body, and my soul
Oh, I don't blame you, you switched your
packed with cash
then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
and watch
On the way home
If you don't know how I felt
April, now you know
And I wonder where you are
Chilling facts surround a vacant lot
And I wonder where you
like the gate
Is on a vacant lot so I can see these shady
Niggas soft as baby apricots
Reassert I'm hard as conversation
With a racist cop out
nigga. I'm not the type
To let a pussy nigga walk turn your crib to a vacant ass lot nigga,
Keep my circle smaller than my room for error if I'm not
to the house but it was a vacant lot
This matchbook you wrote on is all I've got
I'm not falling going down
Dreaming and singing without a sound
At the edge
as a queen
I'm not impressed by the life you lead
Your innocence will surely make you fail
It's a miracle you're not cynical
Your mind is like a vacant lot
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past.
Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass.
Likely orchards and vacant lots, big
Three kids playing' on a vacant lot,
Jumping' jumprope for all they got
Down the road comes Samantha Sue:
"I like to jump rope. Can I jump, too?"
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