just as broke. We can't afford to do this shit anymore but I can't afford to let it go. If all good thing's must come to an end than we were done before
sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping Until
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The Things
: Maybe I could make a good rock-star, I don't know Rev. Jeff Ling: Come with . . . come with . . . come with daddy! Senator Hollings: Maybe I could make
you gotta let me go I'm done for now, so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show
Generations come and generations go Time is the rhythm to which we all flow Help me to realize cause I don't understand Why does every generation have to do The same thing
man young girl why don't u get with the program why must she treat so bad I don't understand this woman at all why must she treat so bad Puba: u need
let me go I'm done for now so one for now Possibly forever, we had fun together But like all good things, we must come to an end Please show the same
niggaz get punked fo your riddles, so what's it all about, think about it later, to all you real gangstaz, an all you perpitrators. Chorus *(Harm
it's Saturday well he must buy that Wakin up again I look around and find another year has passed We're discovering at last near a lover not so fast
no turn, must turn, stop Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas Well, now all the car's placed end to end Would reach to the moon and back again
s own bottom, you know. And in that respect, we all get to do what our passion is. See that's what praisin God is all about, is doing your passion.
stick it ain't change, but a plane ticket Why must she treat you so bad? A wag man Why must she treat you so bad? Easy come easy Why must she treat
day, all right, yes, all right: "I will make you mine,", just you and I, whilst our breaths pass between us and spiral off to mausoleums of desires and hopes. When my friends pass
