the sun goes down and once again it's time to waste away the week so well prepared to remedy the memory of anything and everything the glass the poison
i'll make this slow and deliberate and i will tell you all the things that i've always wanted to about all the nights and the memories you're so hard
can't do Yup, I buy my own, if he deserve it, buy his shit too All up in the store, shorty, tricking if I want to All up in the store, shorty, fly as
cuz it's all beginning 2 sound like a rap sometimes it's just one of those nights ain't u never had it happen 2 u? then u go home 2 soon go home 2 soon
do Your life is a canvas The colors are you Follow me out Follow me 'round Let's make the road up as we go along Just as we planned You want to
I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in I got it mapped
for supportin all the wars that we fought in And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so Please don't ask the question how low can you go And as
sprinting fo' [Hook] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy Chilling with a possible victim, she was 18 A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor store
do what a man's gotta do Since God made the path, then I'm tryin to walk through Well, swam to the store tryin to look for food Corner store's kinda flooded
, I hope you'r exited (c',mon) fo sho it's inspired lets go and aply it, arrive at conclusions useful to giving Christ the glories that he deserves, the stories
: [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] There's 8 million stories in every city And Americans love to watch it on TV There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage
they glistenin Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary
't C Me [Chorus: George Clinton] Which way did he go George Which way did he go Which way did he go Which way did he go [Verse Three: 2Pac]
-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin war stories [Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)] ['Pac talking] War stories
against the world baby [girl] I got nothing to lose Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stores, Baby
Banton] I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from
