There's no future in the past I know that now we have to percieve our hate And it's to late to change events life is a matter of sense redemtion comes
promise you a rose garden (Yeah) Along with the sunshine There's gotta be some rain sometimes Listen, ok [Verse 1] When Abraham went to slash Issac In a sense
laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to make some sense
her watch (Doesn't matter, had sex) But I cried the whole time (Doesn't matter, had sex) I think she might've been a racist (Doesn't matter, had sex)
hour, I found you a flower in a field, My invention, among the tired, among the poor, Among the broken, the huddled masses, Its your time... You answer to a
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something that's a job But then we
, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a
' cigarettes at night No more Winston's, Salem's, Marlboro Lights Don't matter what the kind 'Cause you got me smoking out on you Got me puffin' 'bout a pack a
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Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
this outside Shut down the whole block Watch the girls drop by like it's a catwalk We're livin' easy We got the whole day And we can go hard don't matter
want it you can get it all you gotta do is hit me and its on. I know it's been a minute and you ain't got time for gimmicks but i come into my senses
't have a threesome without me I pull a orgy (down, down, down) And text you something incriminating pictures from my old days (old days) I felt the bite Take a
be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of
He broke all the rules so you would think he was cool He was never really one of the guys No matter how hard he tried With the thought of suicide It's kind a
for no man Nappy got some from the roots for we gon' stand Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man Zonin', two blunts a
I've been needing a girls night out I've got nothing but hand me downs I need a quick fix to make these clothes hotter No matter what it is a girl's gotta
