Lyrics:
the picture yet
Open your mind,before your mouth
(Open your mind )
Open your mind before your mouth
(Before your mouth)
I can’t waste my breath me again
of my life yet
Dark days way behind us and I know
Bright light only thing making me grow
I been blown away by the light you bring
Said it all before,
Ok ok had to do this for my brothers
My success is all to everyone my dad my sis and mother
Aye Shoutouts to the ones i caught with second handed
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Five sparrows for sale, two pennies gone.
And yet not one of them birds is forgotten by God.
Five
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
show
Act a flacko wow
I can't take no mo
I ain't never gon be yet another fucker
Ima get the city mother Ima go
Ima find like where to go (Yeah)
Bitches
Phone rings listen asshole!
No you listen you little bitch
You hang up on me again
I'll cut you like a fish
you understand?Maxo
Listen, I am two
And meh seh don't look back
Keep pressing and don't back
My youths
Even if you fall seven times, rise again
Don't look back
Keep pressing and don't look
carry that cross and follow Him
Be the last to quit, did you fall? Then start again
You're caught up in this messy world, driven by the flesh
I wrestle
your crops yeah
So tell 'em bitches don't start yet
I got like seven of 'em trippin off a bar
All this money tryn' split it by the part
What you want,
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five
husbands.
BBC asks for
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
This I'm Kinda Takin It Back For A Second,
I Get Her Number She Tells Me To Call Her After This Session
And So I Do, And It's Kind Of Awkward,
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
shit seem real second rate
Open minded never tryna debate
Ain't no sides when you fuck with our fates
Taking life from Mozambique to Kuwait
God's
of orange light to and through the back of your body. Breathe in again, sending the light at the back of your body to the center through your second chakra.
the risk of embarrassment and rejection against the feeling of your lips on mine
And in a split second I decide it'll be worth it
And I don't remember much
THINKING BOUT A PRIVATE JET
BY THE GREEN LIGHT TOLD ME GO SO I CANT STOP YET
TOLD EM MEET IN THAT BOTTOM I BLOW HIS TOP BACK I BEEN SOLO AIMING FOR
yet (just wait)
The pointer finger get curvy (boom)
Whole squad seven thirty (whoop)
Never ever made curfew (nah)
Still made it on my grind early (whats
slipping in the bloody mud
Shorty made it first by a second
The ball bobbled up and just hovered there
His man went to spoil; Shorty shanked
A soccer from
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