Lyrics:
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
What will life bring us tomorrow
Sweet change or a bed full of sorrow
Some day I feel I got it
Other days I feel like I don't
Runnin' outa time
tomorrow for each girl and boy
Who knows what happiness is waiting
Just a kiss away from where you are
There's a rising moon for every falling star
Who
Aspirations turn to fear and desperation
Nothing's ever good enough for you
Burn in sorrow 'cause I see there's no tomorrow
You'll only see what I want you
growth
But we—wait, where are all the children?
What do you mean you “don’t know”?
They were “sold”?
See, how we supposed to have faith in our vote when
Feeling clive
Don't really know what tomorrow will bring
It may be wrong but I'll feel everything
Feeling clive
Feeling the Light
Feeling clive
By
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
Got us Washing our sorrows
Hoping we see tomorrows
The next day ain't really promised
Must Find a way to accomplish
What they fearing of us
Yu see they
Money wrapped in rubber bands
What you sellin' blow again?
How she got you holdin' guns
But you call that hoe your friend
You ain't posed to bring
So I wanted a million of 'em
Yeah, back in my first days
When we ain't know who was the nicest nigga in 3rd Base
Which emcee was the worst before my
Love and Memory by John Clare
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
'Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning?
like I'm loathing in Las Vegas
Haven't got the vaguest why I'm so lost
But I'd make you this small wager
If I bet you I'll be in tomorrow's paper
Who
for you
honey until the end
hook
I don't know what tomorrow brings
but rest assured you can count on me
whatever tangled webs we weave
hand in hand
and won't be eating tomorrow
I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas dreams
They leave when they nigga blow she the first bitch on her knees
Knowing
this is who you'll get.
Whaoooohoooohooooo
On a mission to establish my ???
you may think that you have won.
Your rejection has bought on my
lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What
find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey, we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
different hopes different dreams
Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart
Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby
Your Character is what
running from your honest self, yes ma'am
Little did I know but now I know a lot
You see I stared into the belly of the beast, I saw exactly who I want to be
They don't shit 'bout the town that I'm from
I triple my shit by the time you go lunch
You don't know shit 'bout the grind
You couldn't define ima crunch
who want me tomorrow
Ain't got nothin' on me now, could bring a hunnid out tomorrow
I got rich friends, I could bring a hunnid out to borrow
If you get
in my head
Tired of what is said
Children's books are so unreal
I wanna know who made this deal
If your gonna push push it the right way
Why should I
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know)
If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)
If you want
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