Lyrics:
and my life to you
I present mi pain and my strife to you
Present all my troubles and my worries to you
That's what I want to do
Oh Lord I come to you
be stay by plan
I no fit stress all day come stress at night
Pour me a glass make we toast to life
Tomorrow trouble may come but this gbɛke we jam
bitch know be having game
Just hit your city, I'm just waiting by the baggage claim
Me, I take up so much traffic, I might add a lane
Toosie sliding
in our rooms of our enterprise
Don't be surprise let us pray bow your heads close your eyes
I done gained what you deserved and what you loss
it's broken and set up
What may appear as a setup
And once it started won't let up
I need to change for the better
I couldn't bare to see you do it
So
still brothers
Some of em forty and up and yo they still thugging
Say they was raised by the streets what about they real mother
And all these police be
dreams up from off the ground
And be not so easily swayed
By the troubles and the turmoils of the day
That seem to float through the air
Instead let's ask
that I am God, in and out of seasons.
It may not be cool to follow me in your present world, but it wasn't either long ago when I walked this earth.
that I am God, in and out of seasons.
It may not be cool to follow me in your present world, but it wasn't either long ago when I walked this earth.
that I am God, in and out of seasons.
It may not be cool to follow me in your present world, but it wasn't either long ago when I walked this earth.
that I am God, in and out of seasons.
It may not be cool to follow me in your present world, but it wasn't either long ago when I walked this earth.
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
when this album drops the vinyl LP you must cop
I'm on my way to the top
And I don't know what I'm doing and I never wanna stop
I may not be from
wrong
I need your help, daddy please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm saying
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could
what's up, the upcomers
Livin' in this capital of mind
With all the shit 'nuff the blow your mind
Ain't no afraid, we gon' stay fly
Be the next to write
your wives
Just as if they were your sweethearts
Come, my son and I will hear your confession
So that you may thus be spared
The risk of dying in
say I'm just p-noid
I'm waking up in the middle of the night
My heartbeat's pumpin' like something ain't right
Oh, what's goin' on?
When I go
bubble I had no idea it would be so hard
To illustrate to you the trouble with literally everything you think
I've got no time for your disjointed crap,
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
what them racket boys can do.
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief.
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
May I sit on your face
Do you wanna lick my bum bum bum bum
Don't mean to be out of place
But I think you're so hot hot hot hot
Coquito uno dos tres
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
life and you have yours
So I set goals for myself to adhere to and to mature
One by one by one by one they fade
In a slow silence of audio sort of way
heard the hook
Then you fell to the floor from being shook,
God damn
Better run on the count of 3
What da hook gon be?
I'm a young Murphy Lee in 03
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