I saw you across the dance floor Out of the corner of my eye I felt a connection I don't know how, I don't know why I shouldn't have stayed when I saw
I try to realize Dis-romanticize I try to take it all in I try to clear my mind Read between the lines Just before it all begins The true pacifist I
In my head i was wastin' away who got lucky when i couldn't stay testify my reasons and my worries i'm runnin' hot but there's nowhere to go walk
I'm not cocky, I just love myself, bitch Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the flyest bitch of them all? Never mind I am That bitch is so fucking pretty
[Djay] Look this is my life, and it's a battle within I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward He
Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder
And I wonder Where do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your motivation? And what motivates me to hold your hand? And I don't want you to see
Verse 1: Look this is my life and its a battle within I gotta survive even if im sinning in wind If i show no remorse i'll rep the devils reward He said
You know who you are This is for you Yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, ohh I thought I knew who you were I see now you were a lesson to learn And all I am to you
sometimes I wish it would never end sometimes I wish I couldn't care sometimes I feel like I'd never see you again take a walk on an autumn night inhale
My tongue has grown heavy, with the things I cannot say Lost in this world of blue, black, and grey, I've tasted hell, as it came for me Should I live
(intro) [spm] Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everyone to hustletown Are we recording? Alright let's do this fellas. Chorus: [dope house artists]
[spm talking] Eh he he he he Hustle town my city maan! Born and raised baby Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers Raisin' men in a big city
[chorus: robin] He's a riddla aaaaaaaa The muthafuckin riddla aaaaaaaa [verse 1: spm Silently I receive my degree I got my basterds in dope fiend psychiatry
Yeppa yeppa homeboys That's the nigga low-g Puttin' it down for the nina eight We givin' prop, what we did this week So don't trip, if we forgot your
[Chorus 2X's] Down yellow brick road To easier to see Now come follow me Hillwood Hustla Got what you need [Verse 1] It were plain to see Since the age
[verse 1: spm] Now spread the word I got them bricks on the dead end streets And watch them jump out boys Cause they rollin ten deep Creep crawlin the
Perfection, We cannot live as prophets We cannot sleep tonight Given life's breath Everyday's a privilege Nipping at our heels Attempting to lead us