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Cedtwice
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Right now I'm smiling, taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker
But to you I may appear to be your average Joe
But little do you know that even Joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch that be in heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why? Cause in a sense see we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings, head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightingale they want to sing
Keeping this thing alive, to the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial, out of this world
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
Tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker
But to you I may appear to be your average Joe
But little do you know that even Joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch that be in heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why? Cause in a sense see we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings, head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightingale they want to sing
Keeping this thing alive, to the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial, out of this world
Marc123
You got it dude!
Pac's 1st verse on Changes...
I see no changes, wake up in the morning, and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor, and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less hungry mouth on the welfare
First, ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother, if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that's the way it is
I see no changes, wake up in the morning, and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor, and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less hungry mouth on the welfare
First, ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother, if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that's the way it is
Young_Chitlin
Carajo 🇵🇪🧩
Tybg
Hop up in my car (swag, swag)
Then I drop my roof
Wet like wonton soup (swag, swag)
That's just how I do
Then I park my car (swag)
Then I fuck your bitch (swag, swag)
Eat that wonton soup (swag, swag)
Wet like wonton soup (like, you ain't know?)
I got one felony. I got two felonies
I got three felonies. I got four felonies
I got five felonies. I got six feloines
I got seven felonies. Bitch, I'm Bill Bellamy
I got eight felonies. I got nine felonies
And if I'm fucking lying, turn my soul into a skeleton
Niggas know whats up, I'll come in and I will get you
A hunnid grand show just to show em' I'm a pimp too
Hop up in my car (swag, swag)
Then I drop my roof
Wet like wonton soup (swag, swag)
That's just how I do
Then I park my car (swag)
Then I fuck your bitch (swag, swag)
Eat that wonton soup (swag, swag)
Wet like wonton soup (like, you ain't know?)
I got one felony. I got two felonies
I got three felonies. I got four felonies
I got five felonies. I got six feloines
I got seven felonies. Bitch, I'm Bill Bellamy
I got eight felonies. I got nine felonies
And if I'm fucking lying, turn my soul into a skeleton
Niggas know whats up, I'll come in and I will get you
A hunnid grand show just to show em' I'm a pimp too