We'd rest when we've worked hard We'd take a little time off To appreciate the day And love built a garden Grew it from the ground up Each one of us
is the flow that solar eclipses, so hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse the bullshit, they got us listenin' to, in this existence, don't give up now just a
great grandpa had a real crazy swag so i stand today then get down and pray that the second is now and my mind is made i got a point to prove and ima sign a
can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is clear I'm learning not to judge a
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
it over here Move it, do it like we know it could be done Could you (mettle us), mettle fame cream by my team seem Make a wrong move and I'mma make your
of the Circle will sing a song sweet to the po-po It's a vision in four or four straight because nobody know where you go Try breakfast in a Hugo, large
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself With a magazine and a sleepless pillow Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins it's climb And he
with me a while tonite we will fly until morning light chorus bridge: Don't you know how I feel here's my love I'm for real time is right give us a
bus tickets, Eazy let us air fly back to the block now I got it... -Layzie Bone- ...Now I got a little money in my pocket, about a couple g's, its been
dough. Did a little time in the poke. A couple wicked rhymes that I wrote really helped a nigga shine with my folks. Cause, nigga, I was broke. Eazy heard us
Ya??all know who it is: BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, HARMONY, HARMONY [Chorus - Krayzie & Flesh] They know Ia??m crazy by the flow N-gga never lazy a??bout
gotta stick to it Play that Bone Thug music, it's that feel good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug niggas with real life drama Is just like watchin' a
to maintain with all of these games Me and my ex be sexing but I ain't her mayne You, you know the deal when the love is real But it's complicated we hate each
I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac While I envision my 'Ambitions Az a Ridah' Listen to Pharrell spit to the track Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a
make us know that they own us Though I swear it's more than slavery They give each other a bonus While our children live in poverty What a shame, what a
sleeping Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once more I there hoping for some sunrise, happiness would be a surprise Loneliness no longer a
There is a place in the bottom of the soul It's the bread of destitution Hearts splashed flat like dough Where there is no pollution Mute with no words
