me?.. (I?ll move away) Come over to me?.. (Your falling?s fears) Come over to me?.. (Don?t close your voice inside) Come over to me?.. My voice inside
to me?.. (I?ll move away) Come over to me?.. (Your falling?s fears) Come over to me?.. (Don?t close your voice inside) Come over to me?.. My voice inside
much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault
trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one of them presidents Feel
back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real tight As we marched down the field My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate Out on Airport
my old flows and they take my old swag he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch hehe. I'm stupid but I won't get my drama on what I'm dealing
To walk away though Come inside Pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity In my voice when I talk Told you this is my fault Look me
she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars Hang
, we'd brag on how rich we would be To get out this hood was like a fantasy And now you hear my songs the radio is playin' Oh, I can't believe my ears
something But my cell phone started to ring Now who could be callin' me? Well I checked my caller ID It was just cousin Larry callin' For the third time today My
my face too loud. So I reached into my pocket and a feeling like a shock exuded from my fingertips and spread along my limbs annd up my butt and focused
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard
can thaw out Here in the Deep South I feel it in my skin Coming undone again and again Torn at the seam my heart is sewn Holding back the tears shed on my
nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4 I keep my heat cocked and my blunt lit The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga
nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4 I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit (SL) The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga
blade Life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope My dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope It's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay
