Lyrics:
In the dark when I'm on my own
With no one to see
All the pain that I'll feel
As a means to escape
And be free from this shit
That I've found myself
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
about the obstacles that you overcame
Think about the obstacles that you conquered with the help of that other person
And think of all the positives that
best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
From girls that is toothless
Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless
Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan
Ruthless she said she had a friend
it from you for me for you
What up Nikki how's my little boy doing
It seems your more about the coming then you were about the going
So can we get
you can help a friend with a simple how you going
It's incredible to see the difference a little bit of help can make
To put a tiny smile on their face
Hello
Hey little brother
Hey sis how you doing?
Fine, what's going on with you?
Oh nothing much
Got your message from earlier this
high school without hanging with the snakes
I'm surrounded by these snakes and they all choking my neck
I'm surrounded by these snakes and they all
(Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?)
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris (yeah)
Came to America to find liberty (uh-huh)
Instead
(Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?)
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris (yeah)
Came to America to find liberty (uh-huh)
Instead
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
on the same block
And I met
A kid named Rob
In middle school
And he was
Friends with Conor
And I
Already knew Conor
From the Blackhawks
The soccer team
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
and before this you failed in your duty with Joseph
Therefore I will not leave this land until my father permits me, or Allah decides my
Case by releasing
I didn't know what to say
I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see,
she fucked Layzie, was makin eyes with Krayzie
And old Flesh had her first, but I'm that one that made it work
You can kiss my ass, hear my laugh
Hear
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
They don't ask questions
Personal beef, I'ma handle that personally
With a little help from Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson, grrt bow)
Make the barrel
Yah, yeah i can't help but talk by myself
I can't help but talk by myself
Just to feel less discouraged
Can't help but picture my ex when
I sleep
French for 'mani'
Latvian for mě
Czech for 'per mine'
Romanian, right?
For the object pronoun of "I"
That's 5
Tongues spoken by the sire from Chi
Leaves
Oh, oh
Yeah
It's my tape, man (oh)
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited) I've waited
(Time went by) Yeah, yeah
(All I could do is cry)
discomfort in this area.
This practice is easy and pleasant. It helps me enjoy life.
Little by little, shift your attention to the area of your kidneys.
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