Lyrics:
It's simple really, it's all really a feeling
I got a meaning, and it's fiending
For me to be seen in big scenes
Gotta make it by all means
Speak life
Never happy anymore, that's as if you couldn't tell
I can't take it anymore, but I'm too proud to ask for help
All this pain inside can't be repaired by
maybe?"
Please be his ex and be my bride
Don't blame it on yourself, sweet thing, you tried
Love you claimed to share just wasn't there
You're too good for
selfish
Ambitious scandal but call it ministry
So what if people know who you are
None of that will matter at all
You will be judged for the size of your
selfish
Ambitious scandal but call it ministry
So what if people know who you are
None of that will matter at all
You will be judged for the size of your
Mmm-hmm, mmm
Lord, Lordy, Lordy
Standing here on my own side
Waitin' for the floor
Your world's movin' fast
But still ends up a bore
Come on,
Mmm-hmm, mmm
Lord, Lordy, Lordy
Standing here on my own side
Waitin' for the floor
Your world's movin' fast
But still ends up a bore
Come on,
the water margin,
The brutal carnage to be the very best artist!
So I may be the smartest before I’m departing,
Women called me retarded as feelings were
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
(Huh?)
Baby mama number one and number two (ooh)
Whoever win this fight, that's the one I'm gon' choose (for real)
I'm pourin' up three's, I don't like
pretend to be one
I don't need pats on the back from people for my achievements
When I die I wanna know that I lived for a reason
Anyone can take your
game got gun play
You be screaming wammy!!
To close don't get by me
Your to prone to tell
'Bout these bodies we catchin'
Dis dope dat we sell
to be quiet
When a man spoke, lest
You be called disrespectful
You learnt that you were asking for it
If you smiled too much with him
Twenty eight
Sitting on top of the world
Tryna figure it out
Trying everything new for the first time
Testing your patience by running my mouth
I thought I
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
thoughts
Of tripping down the flight of stairs
Again I can’t get up
Is it too much to ask to be
Somebody’s number one
The numbers fly by in my life
The ones
a number .9
And a baked potato, ain't no fries
But I still keep it on my side
When the hammer drop, I be sheddin' light
See me he be goin' in the inner city
the situation just ain't right
'cause she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her
I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter
wait
For my life to be over
Never gonna let you down. If I let go you gon’ drown and I can't save your soul
I don't wanna miss you, no
Too many god damn
like a fool
I ain't a fool
I ain't call for no favours
I only called to see how ya doin
How ya doin now
I ain't playing ya games
I ain't running round
probably go to jail
Shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Flag in my city
Everybody's screaming "Compton!"
Probably run for Mayor when I'm done
To be
to become funny again
Ripped from our mouths
I'm watching all of our words becoming words of the dead
I'm gonna be dead by the end of number three
Will you
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
gotta double cub that's called a double nigga better watch out for your friends niggas they want you to wait they don't want you to win pull up in that
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