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*car speeds off* Verse One: WC *police sirens throughout song* Last man standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen This one's for the crowds Yea, yea, yea Well I took myself on to the doctor Wasn't feeling fine I had a fever 104
I catch myself staring off into space, With pain in my heart and tears on my face. The sorrow that lingers deep inside of my soul Makes each day's
You know the future will soon be past Climb on first, get off last I'm tryin' to push my stake to my hips Where I'll feel the benefit Through it all
Say goodbye, look to the sky Set your course on into the night Say goodbye, hold your head high Wherever you're goin' it's alright Things must change
J. Cole I never thought I see that day that you're my old girl Now I'm stuck here hollering at old girl Got one, Got two three four girls Shotgun in the
Man, fo' real I love bein? from the Dirty South, mayne It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller, the gangster
What they gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn
What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn
When I met you, your heart was broken You were sure that love was passing you by Well, I can help you now that you?ve spoken I?ll tell you something,
I Give Fu'ck what you hater got say get it str8, you aint talk bout no money anyway, im a see it what i see it in day smokin purple , henny str8 gettin
(Love, love, love) (Love, love, love) (Love, love, love) There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing
Buck Owens & Don Rich Here it is Christmas Day And you're many miles away And I wonder if you feel the way I do In the air there's happiness But in
All I need is you All I need is you, baby All I need is you All I want is you Stay with me through the night Let me hold you close till morning light
Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry knives? Don't be to civil 'cuz even white folks get jacked to Doctors, high
Think about the places We've had our little fun In the church at Christmas Busted by that nun Then in that museum Beneath the mastodon Stating our positions
I want my arms around you for Christmas I need no presents under the tree You're all I want, my darling And that will be the world to me. I want to share