has turned to grey The colour on your life has gone and left you What once you had has gone away Consuming are the thoughts you just won't let go The
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world has turned to grey The colour on your life has gone and left you What once you had has gone away Consuming are the thoughts you just won't let go
yet Hold you, mold you, drink no liquor, show you Ain't no tellin' what we could grow to Let it be known, I told you And I'mma be there for whatever you go
don't act selfish be cus ur gurls jealous theey all look like garbage pel kid who go get their nails they rockin colourful wigs go get monster they
there and kick your ass and all that jazz and all these rhymes that go buck like ten dimes just tryin' to open your eyes wide so you don't go blind [Pre
you as I lose my sight Days falling backward into velvet night The open palm of desire The rose of Jericho Soil as soft as summer The strength to let you go
Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let
? should we let it boil? lets make a love child we both can spoil give it a dee Use the kindest oil we have to find some good land get the good soil how
in Timberlands Shout to my nigga kill again And all of my peps that rep more D then 12 Eminems Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in? Fuck wit' this
town That her smile becomes a smirk I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled
There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud If I could take them down off of that
be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let
we can reach Al Qaeda through my speech Let the President answer a high anarchy Strap him with a AK 47, let him go fight his own war Let him impress
deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil
Ha-yea Carolina stand Up!! (humming) Im good to go yo, yea I woke up early in the morning hoes blowing up my phone Aint no use for small talking when
, mold you, don't know, let me show you Ain't no tellin' what we could grow to Let it be known, I told you And I'mma be there for whatever you go through
