Lyrics:
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
, seven
Hop up on the plane, seven, seven, seven, seven
Never been the same, I can't tell you where I'm headed
I'm the one who's different, I'm the one they
in the
Courtyard of Annas
I wondered where he went.
Andrew says, I found him sitting on burlap sacks
in an dark alleyway.
Mary brushes the tear from
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck with them
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
Inta dya2 (You are the light)
Deep blue eyes
Aw khadra2 (Or green)
Were my greatest price
7urreen 7ureen (We're free, we're free)
Turned me blind
me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
They've got a semi by the sea
Gotta ask yourself the question
Where are you now?
Gotta ask yourself
me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
They've got a semi by the sea
Gotta ask yourself the question
Where are you now?
Gotta ask yourself
Did you know that your baby boy
Has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little baby
You kiss the face of God
Mary did you know?
Mary did you
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
three, thirty four
Thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine
Where are You from Jesus?
What do You want Jesus? Tell me
You've got
childhood song
So, you would know it's me
This song, it's not a woe is me
It's my childhood song
So, you would know it's me
Where I came from
And those
keda aho
3ala 8ar2ana keda aho
And loading up the chopper keda aho
Calling all my homies keda aho
Throwing up the set keda aho
Keda aho keda aho
Gy mnen
its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for
and signals to the other police that the Champion
is sure enough dead. If you are just joining us Sunday
May 7?th at 2:42 P.M. perhaps the greatest golfer
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends
bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you
of it all
Making quick decisions like you're only given one call
I take the blade from Static walking out the Isaacs houses
Rest my head up on a Fendi bag
I thought thar you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise!
who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life with
I need you to believe
Even though I wasn't there, I never chose to leave
The problem is that I don't even know where to begin
Because I don't even
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
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