Just like yesterday You come upon my mind and take it away... Just like at the time The things we did made our hearts skip away Down on my knees I prayed
And I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:] But I still Like Bologna On white bread Now and then
cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" [CHORUS (She)] All the way from Washington Her bread
like a song She cries "Where have all Papa?s heroes gone?" CHORUS (She) All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just
leather And the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but [Verse 2] Yeah, over like yesterday floatin
After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha ... They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man I'm just
m flippin', I'm flippin' Aye, the first day we met, I was in my vette I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check I pulled up in Wing Stop just to
I miss him. Why the fuck I own the world when I can't share it with him? Bust his ass his whole life, just wanna break bread wit' him. Cryin in my mansion
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that Years later, oh now you see what my heads at Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at You keep on
dope mama, I'm making it rappin' So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe 'Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday
followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man I'm just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down I be around just like tha single
car from yesterday I kinda like that music thing You just download 'em And you can save about every song That's ever been made But I still like bologna
way serious, I no longer play. Sit in the same room let my rage run astray. And just when you think my tank is on empty, Somebodys right there, just
she was so sweet Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin' like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just
Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but Yeah, over like yesterday
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They
