First song ive posted up here, just found a bunch of old stuff and figured why not...
Too much
Fuck this, im gettin tired of the hissy fits, force me to call it quits, before theres a hit, once shit hits the fan, auto-maticly spoils ya plan. Time to admit she aint gon be part of my clan, i know this but damn, opended up my fam and now im only half the man, shits gotta change, my insights are rearanged, homies advised, and now im surrprised that this has held up the rise, of me, use to talk so freely, now its like a meele attatack, use to think i could hack it with who ever, regardless, now im heartless, i do not fee! striven ou there for a hot meal, startin to wonder whats gods modo to deal me this hand? only way im makin a grand is through work, and yall can whipe that smirk off ya face. you a dsigrace to man kind, ive done found my place in this game. rearange your thoughts cause i aint gon get caught up, got brought up straight from the man in cali, not dre but lil i so go ahead, try to know me off. who not? we all gotta die.
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(slowlyrap/ singin) WHen is it too much? (tell me)
when is it too late? ( hu)
when do you finally realize, that everything she told you was a lie( i dont know?)
I dont know why i keep dooing this to myself, throwing me in the mix, its like a twist of crooked fate, keep tellin myself its just too late, but like cats and dogs i guess i live for the chase, funny, every time she came back i embrase her wit open arms, i know im wrong, but its long time no see, so i mhappy with that 15 minuet company, frontin like you gon be humpin me. but you been dumpin me, almost as freququently as the taliban been sendin enemy threats. cant regret any mistake made though, just gotta take it in stride then go. live life full, nuttin short of the gutso. so why not,l bust a flow. were ever you may go. get at that hoe, meet me outside my next show, and if you a feemale i guarantee in time ill grow on you . who you know better than i, your guy, contstatnly make you cry, so why bother, just hallar promise not to be another fish in the sea, i know you be wishin to get wet me, but nuttin in this world comes for free, and lately ... even ive been hatin on me. so many questions with no remedies, still bitches run and flea , yous minus well get a historectamy, homes play it low key, now got me questoninng.
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Its like a cry for help, m y heart musta melt, after i saw that the draw for the long weekend, get away, was for you two to stay in NEw Hampshire. what were your intesnison, i finally notice your eveil gri ns. Dont even know were to begin. Thought he was just a friend? but fuck it htis is finally the end, of a long over run bumpy road. no more, beeing arose, forget about the clothes hittin the floor. dont dare, come up care free, beggin me for more of a chance. THis song here is our final dance, Final fade when you serenerade my life. Dont got to look twice, not my reasons for what i write. Momma dont wait up, aint gon come home tonight. Cops dont fright the only thing ima light up is a J, till the day break, head to teh studio then make anotha great one, run myself to the ground no matter how old still aint gon understandgirls and the lyes they told, cold stares, bold dares. Damn...
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Throw round ideas n solutions, but thin on master peices of conjunctions, from a half function fam, mabie thats why im the way i am. Kim didnt invite me to her wedding, fine i guess counsins dont mean shit in htis world. many lyes been told thats why i aint been able to hold anything real.. scars that never heal, that big brother feel real effection, catchin the sensation, just some of the shit i aint been tastin Tired of waitin for the creation, next generation, fuck beein patient. went from nuttin to sumtin to nuttin again. a much to common trend. aint gon tend no ones needs just help me god please to succesfully feed the music fiends. Destroy the illgal music stream, thus far everything feels like im on the set ofa movie screen, still waitn to wake up from this dream, dont want to hear kids scream no more, cant pour my soulu on this mic, every night is a fuckin fight, dont matta whos right, this plight got me preachin..
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