make up what you like I?m going home just say it one more time with feeling til I can?t look you in the eye say it one more time with feeling it?s a
you make up what you like I?m going home just say it one more time with feeling til I can?t look you in the eye say it one more time with feeling it?s
me (No one can help but your own self) City makes my body ache (Lonely, don't try and prey on me) I feel your world dying, no more use in tryin'
do that And and they left (yah) Number 1 on the playlist One of Atlanta's bravest You're wonderin how I deal with the fame I'm feelin the vibe is gravy (ha-ha) Shout out
We walk around the story Out in the city running free Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait all the more
here, of one of us dragging The propaganda machine must tell the truth This time stop lying But that was some years ago When we had more hope than money A time
to the trigger i ain't mad homie least i ain't gotta cry no more no more feeling sad homie y'all know trae got my back he gon' look out for my people
my man [Incomprehensible] , P.R. Star My man Slick Looka Check it out, one time like that Feel the Fifth the One-Fifth attack Your backbone and spine Check it out
terrace with multiple gun shots niggas be droppin? rapidly, bussin? clip to cops and bitches running after me tellin I?m high when they ask why I?m trippin? out
I can hear when you bring it with more jealousy I give a bullet and begin to do the fool like I do that vatos mine To the night with a sight when I look
more -The American I'm only teasing Soviets With gentle bonhomie And you've a better reason to be anti-them than me -Florence There's a time and there
mix it with water It's sunny it's sweet and I don't purple stuff it One day by the way I met Little Miss Muffet I blew my mind with the stuff that I
die/ I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence
my time, I don't want you on my mind I said it's over now, we're through, I won't waste my time no more with you I try to love you, I try to make you
to get back out on the road And play some rock and roll The warm and comfortable feeling Of being a punk rock band Is what I need this time of year When
there I had but one chance and that was to run Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran Out where the horses were tied I caught a good one It looked
