Lyrics:
how to live my life away, I gotta make my mark on this city. I'll tell you what I've got an inkling to say,
you made your bed so in it lay. Don't listen
independent is all about
Now it clicks and I’m out
Klick one day it just clicks
Length with the teacher
The pencil real shake klick
Klick every mark spar
-A section-
-Verse 1-
Do I stay or go
And take my chances
When I go to speak
Something catches
-Verse 2-
If it is a circle
This is the edge
I
I saw a photograph from ten years back
It's you and I, we're standin' in the rain
Somewhere outside Atlanta, and I think my twelve-seat van
Is
getting by
And oh my darling you could chose
The words that only you could use
But you know you'll always be my girl, girl
I'd take you out just for a bite
We are returning in a
Morgoth land
Far from this fuckin' world
Now I believe that anything exists
And it's for tomorrow
They will come back
mind is going crazy today
I feel so cold
Feel so numb I'm having nightmares but I'm awake
Help me Lord
Fight this loneliness
Take this pain away
Now
You can't take near nothing from me
Real ninjas love me
While I evolve you get crumby
I get it all from my tummy
I see you stuck in your ways
Cuz you
messing with Soto son
Coupe it's got the stick inside
Release the clutch and then I glide
Clicks when I step out my bubble
Clique is always by my side
I
The car is on fire and there’s no one at the wheel
And no one tries to put on the brakes at all
We’re trapped in the belly of this sick machine
cases
Came outta the jungle
All you seen was the hunger
This volatile violence
Only way I made it out the struggle
A God outta that rumble
These bars is
Skinny ass nigga be flexin
Brazy, nah, I ain't even got biceps
Big bank take lil bank, on God
I can make what you made ten times that
Niggas be tuckin'
Somewhere only we know, somewhere only we know
Meet me at the cross street corner by the grove
Cooking up ideas like my brain is on a stove
rummage through your purse
they say she’ll never escape through there
You’re the queen of this bar and this neighborhood
This is your turf, I don’t belong
mistakes
An open mind is all it takes
Just because we're heavy
You don't have to be held down
Just make sure you're ready
For your trip this time around,
Day by day
I seek the possibilities
Searching for
The one and only thing that I lack
Look at the hourglass
Count down, a decision I should
Silence equals death, this is what they say
But the anger and the tears do not take the pain away
How far must it go, how near must it be
Before it
is where we embrace
Ain't no love, ain't no hate
Just us and what goes by
Can't walk away, can't run away from my lover
I've got to stay,
I'd wish to be there
I'd rather be in a desert
Guide by the hands of the Almighty,
Instead of living inna comfort and pleasure
Oh lord, in y this
Fiyah! Babylon a murderer murderer!!!
Bloody Bloody Bloody Fiyah. How much more of us will have to die?
Blooody Bloody Bloody Fiyah. This is the time
line
This is for my, people living in hard times
Street dreams
In the slum where the beast feeds
Where the struggle resides
Where hustlers and fiends
We only want what we can't have
We're always hung up in the past
So many things we can't take back
I guess I thought we'd always last
Brighter
slut, I like to take it in the mouth
I couldn't manage nothin' and that boner asked me why
I said, "You can't bone my mouth when my mouth is bone dry"
threatened by reward
So you thank the Lord
This is learning how to keep what you have earned
And even though she's not your daughter
That drink is thicker
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