Suddenly she came Like a come that comes and goes With a sweetness in her eyes And a ring between her nose Walking down the beach We saw a castle made
've been to every book I've been to every seer In order to find the truth As if it lives somewhere I want to uproot my violence I want to live like a
to what they want And I'm not gonna I wanna live like music I wanna live like music Songs about justice Songs about love Songs about freedom And never giving up I wanna live
: Be sure to call out my name so I can find you at the tip of my tongue spiting down my throat and into my lungs every lover that you loved until another
smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me down poetry It's brick white washed walls widdowed by first paint The tin roof tops humm in songs
Play this shit while you contemplate [Chorus:] Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living
Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at I'm living for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow
(Billy Cook) Z-Ro, Keke and Billy Cook Yeah oh yeah [Z-Ro] Steady dropping album after album, song after song I should of stayed up on the corner moving
fresh benefits Decked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips Slanging birds, with a pen and beat the shit out these verbs Vocabulary spit nothing but words Drop mo' songs
and that Young collect checks Fellas be bumping and better respect, and running a check all Mo City bets Z-Ro the po', coming through the do', with a loaded four-four
was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live
exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives
the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta jet!" Now it's on, don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs (Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with
a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty songs tucked under the prone [MJG] I keep a big old nigga beater heater Its in the trunk of my four
Fourteen years thirty minutes fifteen seconds I've held this grudge Eleven songs four full journals thoughts of punishment I've expended Not in contact
can carry ourselves - carry ourselves.. How does it feel to wake up knowing that you're playing on something that could have been nothing but a sad, sad song
