(feat. Vultcha) You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain't no decisions, hands down
The first time I saw you Was the first time I saw me For what I was And what I could be We like all the same things Except you don't like yourself I'
Since I was a kid I?ve watched what I?ve said My tongue?s cut and swollen From all the times I?ve bit I held everything in Played dumb I did Now everyone
A sunny smile A generic world is clean A sunny smile A generic world is clean White soft rope Is methin White soft rope White soft rope
have to blow my candle out To make yours look brighter So save your breath We always see other's faults, never our own Soon we'll be dangling from the end of our rope
: When I saw this place It was exactly how I pictured it would be not quite perfect but just as good as I needed it for me Just the same as it was but
blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope
like jigga One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture The rope ain't tight enough
everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless Young'uns jump rope
I'll be hanging on your heartache Enough rope for my sake and losing everytime I'll be wrapped around your finger, let the moment linger See you on the other
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
get psychedelic with a pen and a pad Rooming up in NO it's about that critical Find it difficult to be so analytical I'm filled with hope The rope it
whit a boat (whit a boat nigger) Full of all mi niggers on so we don't go broke Yeah show them the ropes Sticking together niggers try to cope Any one
from the fourth dimension - the next dimension. Space is expanding; there are spirits coming from the center, right? We're going counterclockwise. There's supposed to be eight other
I'm out for political favors A salary that corresponds with labor Big house and a morning paper Good fences that make good neighbors I'm at the end This here my rope
calls himself wicked! No rest, no peace! No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! Jackson... lemme figure out the name, Jack 'cause you be stealing other
this Well it's the dirty heads man they straight from the pacific I don't really like 'em they kind of dip-shits this one's a drunk while the other
t make it Chrissy and Stage Though they made no mistakes They didn't make it They didn't make it Whether living with hope or at the end of the rope
