Lyrics:
hard to breathe
When you're not with me
Tell me, how do I breathe?
Without you here by my side
How will I see?
When your love brought me
hard to breathe
When you're not with me
Tell me, how do I breathe?
Without you here by my side
How will I see?
When your love brought me
how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right
You got that for me? You got that for me?)
Brought
told me you was better off
Me and DOC back to back like a hand off
Mannnnnnnn, aye hold on La'Rio pass me my pipe real quick brodie
30s pop like crisco, catch a nigga, he get over fried
Late nights in the trap, I
the eff
She is and she's exhausted she is
Only made of carbon after all
Just like you and me
She came out in her sparkle bra
Tearing fiercely across
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Percocet I gotta thang for you
Know bitch named Molly gotta thang for you
Yeah bitch you wanna party brought that thang for you
Hell yeah, Mary Jane
this far
I know it was your grace
And your mercy
It has brought me this far
I know it was
Through dangers seen and unseen
I know you was watching over
trick in the book
But I sure would fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'ma snap
Make you wish
we're a band now. (Yeah, yeah, so...)|And ummm... Well, except for him, I'm a band.|Aww. How can you do that? Making me look bad. You're such
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,
been perky
Her ass walking past got me
Catching breaths like Kirby
But
Take the time away from middle
School and passing notes
Only time he shows you
To your Father and your Friend... oh oh oh oh oh
He that hath the Son hath life
Oh yes you have Zoe
Inner joy, inner peace all brought by my God
The God
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
Observe it from over there, ok
Ain't It obvious we overheated
You talkin' that slick shit
But I jus' know that you meant me
But evidently, you don't
Who am I
Who am I
Bitches it's drill just call me doc
You would just post it on that block
Them shots ring off he out his socks
They already know
may be
You can search this whole wide world over
And never find a sweet man like me
Say, when I die, won't you please bury me
Lord, in my old Chinatown
listen, I released it
Brought you all to your knees
And Yah made me and gave me
All the fuel that I need
Now I'm back on the scene
Acting so casually
That
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
wassup
Like, ain't that rough?
And tell me can I be enough? cause lately I been pushin' for u to come by, but that ain't lining up
Empty stomach in the cut
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
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