Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music
make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the high
to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is
running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high grade To
PIANGI: Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . CARLOTTA: His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! GIRY: Signora - would you speak
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar Block What i got in my high
my mother we speak everyday not in sense of words but pray check it 10 years ago died of brain cancer and went to heaven 1997 rollin'with tha family booya music
Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . CARLOTTA (to the OTHERS) His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! GIRY (to CARLOTTA) Signora - would you speak
can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the high
that I been said Askin me how your mob sound, bringin my high down Flipmode put shit together quicker than a seamstress Thinkin I talk white cuz I speak
to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back
Guys weep, me and my cousin, that could be five deep When Vi speaks my mind reeks The high chief only conduct the ceremony over live beats Dime freaks on my sheets
got the market on stock Wit hot drops and big bookings How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn New York City cost of livin, type high We