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loves company I say if you don't like my music don't pump me
You can't take my joy away
I see you analyzing every word I say
In the end you can't hate me
weakness
Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear, I
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh-uh, uh, S.O.M., baby
It's that time, for the shorties
Yeah, yeah, power to the music
Word up, 2000, one time
just want to give it twelve basically
It’s the GOOD Music soundtrack
That "Mercy" is the
First single for you’re like next level with
This type of shit
the news has every right to, yo, it's realistic
But they'll choose controversy over something positive
Now I know that's entertaining for some, but wait
the next party was
But now look in my mind
I'm clear for the first time, all my words do is rhyme
Mama no longer worried cause I'm doin' just fine
That's
I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
wo, wo)
Yo bro, if you’re ready for the ting
We gon' need space in the whip
(bring that chrome)
I chat to gyal, when I’m taking a shit
Mo are you taking
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
comes round
Hello Music, I love music, you're the only reason I breathe
The statements that are made by people who have never played
An instrument
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
something nice twice provided by a junkie
For the beats hit repeat when you listen let the streets speak
I got a dark past with a bright future
My dungeon
while Mase do-se-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a DAISY production
It stands for "Da Inner
tho') Where's my arms when you needed to be held
They turn they backs on you, who was there believin'
Who said your troubles were only for a season
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
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That beat is of the wanting of the where you're going
That street talk is the basis of the push and shove
They never told you that you have the right
on your fingers, paint on your toes
Music wherever you go
You don't fit in a smalltown world
But I feel you're the girl for me
Rings on your fingers,
will find a root and grow
A better place for all of us, a place that we can know and trust
You said the devil spoke to you, but all your words they spoke
Of living foul, you're living foul
The words right now flowing off my tongue
Is for the old, the young, the one's that's strong
Those who are worshippers
Of living foul, you're living foul
The words right now flowing off my tongue
Is for the old, the young, the one's that's strong
Those who are worshippers
Woah
Up In my estate, where we pray and we blaze
While we wait for the days, that the pay, gon appear
Up in my estate where the rain, come
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