plaques That's a fact, let me get mine then after that I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it back Heaven hammering sport thoughts for the winter Summer
? My heart goes bing, baby Whenever we start to dance With all the others I?m only marking time But in your arms I melt away Like ice cream on a summer
more hate Now autumn's breeze blows Summer's leaves through my life Twisted and broken dawn No days with sunlight The dying spark You left your mark
lost wine Keep our empty bottles Making empty wine Marking our intentions Sadly out of time And the summer make
house I've been waiting Her mother and brother, they greet me They're wonderful Your house looks nice And your son does too On his way to Sunday School Summers
time So hear me now boy Stay alive 'cause that's the way it should go Would your maker have opened your eyes If he'd preferred them closed? To feel the weight of summers
I could work weekends? If I've worked real hard I could mow you black yard I can go to Europe travel with my friends I can blow a thousand deutsche marks
colder. the leaves are turning colors, ask me why. its just not our season. the one & only reason, ahhh. uh, this verse starts as my snipers hit they marks
are beyond My road's the high road, the one you should be on (Prevail) The maiden voyage, descriptions of millennial contact Saved on footage, ships of the street in the summer
[Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your
Champ" [Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks
thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops a bartender at
***, long hair, short like Nia Long I knew she was a victim from the start, my G is strong And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers
barely 21 Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen, bring 'em back to the streets Like a brick on consignment interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks
it's better than slangin' in the Valley Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble 'Cause them mark ass niggaz
Forty wadah Ehh, yeah We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y'all niggaz is dump trucks The type to bitch up and getcha eyebrows plucked Mark my words loco
devils Play me in the winter, play me in the summer Play me in the order, any order Play me in the winter, play me in the summer Play me in the order
is a well-known fact I like 'em black, brown, Puerto Rican or Asian But nothin bring the bread back like a caucausian Whether, winter fall, summer or