you say we're so ignorant but you can't see what might be right for you is not always good for me. All I wann know will we ever be free. Me loving you
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you say we're so ignorant but i can't agree what sometimes right for you it's not always good to me no All I wanna know will we ever be free me loving
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with They like
runnin and duckin I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality Armed with missiles guns grenades Pull out the pin, free I'm comin [2Pac over Chorus
witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad
Liam Neeson When his daughter was kidnapped and taken [Chorus] I'm mentally insane On more cocaine than Rick James Chuggin doober while I be drivin and switch lanes This kids brains
record deal Bitch I'm whippin' in a piece of crap car. But I don't give a fuck 'Cause I spit it mad hard. You could inspect my lyrics, Never find a bad
nobody else even fucking feels me, till?f it kills me I swear to god I?fll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free
hot And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (Ow!) I think I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot (uhh-oh
in they face Didn't have a daddy so I put a daddy in his face My mami was my shelter but I broke free Learning that the streets was harder that I thought
I hold the k ey to your destiny Do what you want, you'll never be free Running in circles, no way out of this maze Fog in your brains, get lost in the
head Please show me, show me the way Can you take me to the edge of time Free me from this holy lie Making all of the bad things right On the edge Can
be heard Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain
I catch a drain And you know it's a fucking shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain To my niggaz, bust
what's realer? Bout the skrilla, call me a ghostface killa (Yep) It's kinda hard to be drug-free When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free Switch
art chick to whom I pose this question I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression to put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge she gave me, brains
Cause life is short, and filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just pour that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out And free my scalp I mean free my
