just cloud up my brain feeling helpless, repeating the same old memories of pain and I wish it would rain, yo gimmie starlit skies for dreamland I know
and a yodel they know my word is bond talkin' bout the brodels The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it's at the brodels is the nazz who knows
Between mirrors and seem myself go all in lieu of them Flowing, I didn't know my soul dig Becomes the body of another one Constellation, the mirror is such a simple above collection And the mic down in my eye
9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg
will never die preach what momma taught go and get what you want and remember the south cause you never know where you go you don't know where you from
to say) Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep) I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep) If I shall die
the fuck got nuts enough to come test me, not a soul I pack a tool, I'm unjackable, cause I'm always on my toes Penny hoes, you know that shit goes Loot
in your soul There's gotta be rock'n roll To fill the hole in your soul There's gotta be rock'n roll... To fill the hole in your soul There's gotta be
ain't sayin that its right to be dealin All I'm sayin is I feel him I guess I just see eye 2 eye wit his struggle you know [Hook] How many days we gonna
you capitol shit, know how the ratchet do Sorry I was late to tell you exactly what masters do You don't have to sell your soul, no not anymore Parker
gotta be Yeah," that's what he said "Don't tell a soul, if you love me son" He gave me a hug. I said, "I won't 'Cause I know how it's done." And now
know which way to go Nigga save your soul cause we all gotta struggle or strive And that's called survival It's vital nigga better know what to die
Lookin at my watch lke a meal of ticket Arrest the block they couldn't pin it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah
lush Stop you're making me blush People are looking at us I don't think you know (know) I'm checking it so hot (so hot) I Wonder if he knows he's on
m a rush Stop you're making me blush People are looking at us I don't think you know, know I'm checking you So hot, so hot Wonder if he knows He's on
hope to be And would you concede That I think only of myself I refuse everybody's help Who has been reaching out for me Well, you reach with the soul
melt and I'll watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight. And I know what must change, fuck my face, fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements. For a soul