Lyrics:
how you feel
Ima man I can deal with it I swear to god
I a live by myself before I die being a fraud
And that's on my dawgs
All them niggas ain't yo
in that car
To eat the dick, yeah
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, who you are, know who he is
Yeah, she the only reason
I ain't got no child
She ain't my
on nine
Over the distance, across the field
All the tear-laced clouds prove that nothing is real
Fragments of memories all shatter in light
Cause this
Don't let your children do anything
That makes you disliked by us all
The other children here are sitting in their seats
But yours is punching holes
you mind as well
Take aFlic
Picture me hating on you
When you sold your soul for this
N***** spoon fed
Child support was paid by Bricks
Two jersey
the stealer of thought- in their temples of bone-
on their altars of want- a prophecies' age turns to the grave- the veil is lifted away,
But not too far away
temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
that I found all this out
Good lookin' out
See this what I'm talkin' about
'Cause we both play the game
Never gonna change, so all I gotta say is
See I know its difficult
By the choices you make
It's this or that or up to fate
Everybody knows your the victim mate
So stop acting like a fucking
to cover
A family who was proud of me, but now I'm such a different me
What's the cause of this pain in me
It's too much to explain you see
But now I know I
Just gather 'round, this tale is rather chillin'
What I mean is thrillin', so listen if you're willin'
'Cause Shanté has been through more than
You know, we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highway,s yeah, but this what I wanna know
Do you really wanna know about
What's behind the poster?
Is it just as scenic?
Living like I'm supposed to, loving like I mean it
Ask him how he know, I don't know, I seen it
Trust
They gon' try and stop you get it
By any means
Sometimes I wish this shit was simple
Like when I lived on Cymbal
Had my Gameboy Nintendo play me I'ma
This is my life
Imma go get it little by little
Imma eat regardless noodle by noodle
I got big dogs I got some poodles
Draw guns like I tell em to doodle
Believe me I am trying
I am not much of a crier
These regrets burn me with fire
This is my only real person
What is the point of fake if life has purpose
just hit my cellular
Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging
Few feet from the guest house, is where I parked
Hope she's OK, is what I say
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get fucked up like a bitch
Is it my path
Or is it Your way
Swallowed my pride
And lay down my life
To find you today
Oh, how sweet to walk
In this pilgrim way
A journey that's
our chemistry?
I want you by the dollar or you by the dime
And I'll take my time
I want you by the dollar or you by the dime
And either way is fine by
higher
We are united by our love
So that tomorrow can be clear
(They try to divide us and make us all fight
As we journey through this, we'll do what is
severed
So tell your tales by the fucking seven
Holy hell it's burning
Sink or sail this morning
Your trust is just counterfeit
What you see is not what
nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
Be Sig' Fred Kruger niggas
Nightmare (?) nigga
You scared 'cause I grew with Jigga
He
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