WAITING FOR THE DAY WAITING, WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME Waiting for the day Waiting for the day Waiting for the day, our day to come Waiting for our time Waiting for
break WAITING FOR THE DAY WAITING, WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME Waiting for the day Waiting for the day Waiting for the day, our day to come Waiting for our time Waiting for
to pay the toll if I fell Or else it would be another story to tell I'm getting to the door I can tell I'm just waiting on the day till the glory prevails
pay the toll if I fell or else it would be another story to tell Im getting to the door I can tell Im just waiting on the day till the glory prevails [
the wheels come off it (yeah) Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah) This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it
life, i see the same for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh Damn right Londons getting sicker by the day
say I'm sick, cough sneeze [Talking: Birdman] Yeah, Birdman you already know You understand me? YMCMB all day everyday All we do is get money like we do it
I feel, cuz it's all done now All your clothes and your shoes 'bout to get thrown out all your tires 'bout to get blown out I feel bad cuz you think it
heard I guess I gotta wait, deprived by the station's eye Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for the free thinkers, for
Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas Mighty job me and for God, please come save the day If I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for
How can I make to it to the top I'm like a crab in a bucket It got me hostile, I see my pistol grab it and bust it Nigga get off me, I don't love nan
the window birds don't sing, how does it feel (Chorus - 2x) (outro) How does it feel, how does it feel My nigga how does it feel My nigga how does it
m sober I can't focus, pass that weed to me And dedications all day long, seem like when I'm going Through it my partnas stay gone, but its all gravy
mary jane, love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day, posted up in da rear view inn smellin good in da hallway. Put a wet towel up unda' doh' but it
every word, in my letter, to the President s**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac
a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your