Lyrics:
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
I’m all by myself, wondering where is love
Or should I just give up you know
Hell nah. Can’t quit. That ain’t how you change this
Even when it’s going
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
no limits, the magic a god produces
Imagine if you knew this
You'd never have to tolerate or be affected by how ignorant anyone's view is
Silly child
a boring man
Paul came up
Paul passed by
Left him to cry
Paul had stardom in his eye, Holy Paul was high
Let the good times roll the dice
Let the bad
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
I think about
Nature by still got that ether
Straight out of Jersey
We ain't worried bout' what's happening out in Philly or New York
Tell them suckers we was lit before
Thugga' do it
All of my hoes sipping that E&J
Don't matter how you start
Where is you at at the end of the day
That's what its really bout
This is the way
and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit
You gotta march like
I laugh to hide the pain
No tears fall keep'em inside
I can't stand the rain
Life is hard
Tempting to backslide
Surrounded by hurricanes
God's on my
impossible
They do not exist
But Santa Claus, definitely exists
The question we need to ask is
In what manner does Santa Claus exist
And I think that asking
Industrialist
Like Paul Revere
I got friends in high places yeah
Greater chance that I make it there
Nike checks bank statements clear
Can't tax what I made this
You think that I don't feel love
What I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child, never
ain't know I still had this did why'all-haha
[Chorus - Paul Wall]
I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
a lot of watered down rappers
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
cock and bust, rags, is what's happening
Living like a gangsta so gangsta shit I'm rapping
While why yall niggas is acting, stick to the script
Hold
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
And get the fuck back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my
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