still here Plush velvet sometimes Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here I've stuffed the dailies in my shoes Strummed ukuleles, sung the blues Seen all my dreams
Hello, how's your face And how are the kids? You never cease to amaze How you keep doing it? And the lady's fine She's still counting on you While you
, street fam, twitter team like you could fuck with me oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid
And sit back baby, with a round of beer And cheer to those friends who crowded near For those passed on in spirit they there It's gon' be what it must, break bread
As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true Santana champagne, from here
Ferrari while takin trips Compared to beer takin sips Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin strips Either way you embrace it Can't no amount of money or lady
coop V's got the ladies loopy Indulged in the world So we spend the paper loosely Life in the lime light Pretty pretty bitches My ice shine bright Break bread
wine dye my feathers as the cock crows giving time awake, my lady on the water share my bread and share my drink pay no mind to what others think lady
you wanna go buy a Snapple That's pineapple I didn't have to even get my bling But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem When I'm cmoing
he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread You bum a clot
get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil And get me some more I wanna get up off the floor Hollow full of bread With your husband dreaming' We are
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the old lady who died and the nurse wept I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread
a women, I'd come as a women, and give you an angel you never could touch The spirit, the light, the birds, the flight, the bread, and even the rush
I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry dreams
changed I'm.. whose than ladies And look hard time.. don't hook this to Mercedes And I mean that.. bull was kinda crazy But I was too focus on getting bread
Calls Me Charlie Mason A Stargazer Am I It Seems That I Was Born To Chart The Evening Sky They'd Cut Me Out For Baking Bread But I Had Other Dreams Instead
Beef them niggaz cook wild, groom lookin shook style Forced into marriage, horse and a carriage Remember lifespan shorter than average, lady boss flossin her carats Dreams