Lyrics:
Man up, this ain’t stand-up homie
We gon have to sit ‘em down
Said my dreams were naïve well who
The fuck is kiddin’ now
I was at my lowest in
to the face over me
Who is your god?
I'm going to live free
Taking flight right into my fantasy
On this ground looking down
It seems so clear
Close your
loves me
他是我身体里跳
动的脉搏
He is the beating pulse in my body
这首是关于我跟他的友谊
This song is about friendship between him and me
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Hip
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Hop saved
The window is open
So's that door
I didn't know they did that anymore
Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates?
For years I've roamed these
like that
I read the paper on the bus I ride home
I see the pictures of the people who are dead
and I imagine what it must be like to
just lay down all
I thought that I had come prepared
That I had red my books
Before I ´d let myself go boom
By your silver charms and looks
But all knowledge would be
of the people around us they say (they say)
Can they be that close (thats right)
Just let me say for the record
We're giving love as a family does
We are family
of the people around us they say (they say)
Can they be that close (that's right)
Just let me say for the record
We're giving love as a family does
We are
swear by stars above, sweet as honey
People think you're down and out, you show them what it's all about
You can make it, roll with it, baby
When this
God please help me
Lacramation down my face
Voices strangers from my past
The people that I love
Worried smiles across the room
It's me they're
though
they say love is where you find it
Still somehow I missed the point
I tried to put my hope in money
then I turned my back on you
and baby girl
on for dear life
Cause this moment might pass me by
It goes over and over again in my mind
That butterfly may take off and fly
Yeah butterflies need
brother she a hoe
Oh i don't know how we did this shit alone
Not so long ago, had my people on the phone
Talk about the past while
We're hidden in cologne
le
I’m on the street just to hustle fill my daughter
So tell me what is the matter
Say every time dem go dey bagger
So baby girl pull off your pata
was raised to get it by any means You gotta hustle
If you don't work then you don't eat That how it go so
Can't let nobody limit you
Sacrifice is
Finessing like a MJ lay up
Niggas dying everyday wake up
This some shit that I can't make up
Packed jails full of niggas like us
Cause we hustle to get
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Uh, yeah what up ma
Take a look, you hypnotized
On how my long
surrounded by drug addicts
Making money is a habit
Nothing short than living lavish
All about my veggies
Got that lettuce, broccoli, and cabbage
They saying
you all of that
You need some love, I need it too
I know field (?) cuz I ain't with you
I ain't fucking with no front door vibes
Sometimes you tell me
societies
Hand signs and pyramids
They wanna target minorities
Black people and Mexicans
I'm blinded by the color of my bandanna
And then we wonder
Why
and metaphors
The state of Maine changing the game
Make music good for your brains
So open your ear lobes, this here's Spose
With no rims on the whip and no
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