Of Ricardo and the Dusk Is Falling Fast --------------------------------------------------- Six Hours To Lousiana, Black Coffee Going Cold ---------------------------------------------- Dream Time
is wrong, it look like it'll fall I'm on the job feet first with direction and all I like coca and then gotta come home and stroke her Take time, clean
) (With teardrops and closed caskets) (It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days) (Murders, brothers dyin', funerals) Will I forever be alone? (Shit, it's like
earth If you should fall into these opened arms You would be blessed not just bemused Wake up their mind, love is a lonely world Where nothing on earth lies like
guidance to the lost souls I know that deep inside these niggas know there's more to life Than macking hoes and stacking dough Man I'm sorta like a nigga
time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method is sublime you get blessed
win it, ya go to Africa like Cave Chappelle, you finished 'Cause ya prehistoric raps is borin' the number of whack rappers Soarin' like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions These
fall down Putting burners to they brain, till it bang There's no way for the real, to maintain This is where they all fall down Pay your dues, cause you owe When it's your time
u [Trae] I swear, deep down I be sinkin The same things over and over they never get better I miss my niggaz, rain fallin 9 times out of 10 it don't
to shine legendarily, heavily refined [Q-Tip:] Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it like
coming that shits like a sucker punch here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch dinner time she bring a friend write my sh-t so vicious y'all are like snitches
, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers (They got me
might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
God bless mis suelas, I love you, rest in peace Feel the breeze, see the breeze ruffling through the trees Falling leaves, memories stick with me like felonies I'm deep like
' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst Fat kids stay big and fuckin like marshmellows And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
moon, i did it again to 'em Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other youngin's like