Lyrics:
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
And her friends wanna help but it's hard to tell her
Hard to let her know that her man's possessive and aggressive
And she can't even see it, but for them
And sat there with the
Flag in the background
(or maybe a rustic scene on a
Little backdrop, plus the flag) and stared
Sincerely into the camera
And told
backyard
Liar
But Joe said
This is no lie; I speak to God all the time
And he told me to head west
So I'll take my Part Three, from the hill with
Fat Joe, TPain shawty
[T-Pain:]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need
from the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place
Where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess
rough
But he had a grandmother that supported the household, with a beauty salon she built from ground up
And he had a little brother, regular nigga up in
chase it with booze, one little taste it'll do
Maybe I'll take it and snooze, then tear up the stage in a few
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Fuck
My thoughts are junk
So, junkyard is my home
So, I am stuck
Can’t take it any more
To leave the junkyard
I need a little help
To leave the junkyard
I
careful
My life been moving fast real helter skelter
With rooftop vibes and sipping mai tai's
I used to run with niggas from out the Bajas
I posted up in
garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was completely highschool
psychos
Stinky Bo Hoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head
I sing
is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
, friends how many of us have them?
I'll get you high and I'll get down
I'll get up and I'll get around
With a little bit of help from my friends
(With
it hell for us
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
I need peace
Find my peace
My life in pieces
I'm tryna get a piece
Truth if you live by
You die by the piece
Please God, help me find my peace
I need
leaving my old friends
Now I?m miles and years away
But I still dream of childhood days
And I wish I was a little girl again
CHORUS
Cause girls grow
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
Wisdom help me comprehend the realness and I love it
Let’s dig a little deeper and Reveal a real discussion
Can I trust ya with the words spilling out
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
You OK? You went off into a little
CINDY:
Really?
(Sound of a slap)
TOM:
Ouch!
CINDY:
Cookies and my butt. Thats why youre with me?? I mean,
little own world
I'm in my little own world
I'm in my little own world
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Eat by myself
All by myself
Dance by myself
Live by
wasn't looking
I'm sprouting wings and my eyes growing white
I'm the almighty most high Joe prime
The olde gods needed to get lifted
the seas ran dry
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