Waldorf, the story 'n' architecture Victorian, ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my
Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G shit I put my
to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
back Yeah I tell myself if only I could see you then my heart wouldn't crack No Is it cos I'm not around that you got someone new by your side? Yeah
click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side
me to reintroduce myself At the same time reintroduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It's for my ol' dog niggas that shoots the 'caine Now, what my
, tell me bedtime stories? Let me close my eyes and drift away Tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime stories Tell me in a very special way Bedtime stories Bedtime stories
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
on my side Don't wanna be, no, no, no, no Oh yes, I'd rather rescue myself I can save my own (I can save) Dragons, I can dream my own dreams (My own
're by my side When we had so much in store Tell me what is it I'm reaching for When we're through building memories I'll hold yesterday in my heart, in my
Be my only inspiration Be mine....................... Come and listen to my story, Don´t be afraid to leave your tears by my side. Be the woman on my
Start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance To hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish frys and cookouts On my child
foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
and embraced it Its something I denied Why lie to my soul Truth be tolda?¦. [Chorus] Oh no, I thought my mind was capped Until I open my eyes And see
farmer and the teacher and the preacher who gave this Bible to my momma who read it to me" There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway