n the hoes and the way I see that ain't gon change, I must b I go to sleep n a new city every night, an pray to god he lookin over me evry flight, a
the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change. Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same. When you live in
Steel bars they start to close around my feet I'll never leave I walked with a devil on my shoulder Everyday It left me the scars that I will wear Over
can spit that style My nigga I spit it I did it Now suckas need to quit it 'Cause it's real Chorus Verse 3: Big Boi Well it's that nigga that
it all out now Cut it all out now Cut it all out now Cut it all out now Cut it out now Cut it out now Cut it out now Cut it out now Cut it all out now
spoken) And it's language of origin SPELLERS Language of origin MR. PANCH (spoken) Once you start to spell a word, you may start over ALL But the sequences
you have to go on winning You think I've sold out? Dead right I've sold out! I just keep waiting for the right offer Comfortable quarters, regular rations 24-hour Five Star
mother's womb. i need a comfort zone, but obviously i need to find another home to call my own...and always return to and i want it to be you (i want it
Through a city of silver dreams They hung a star over 5th Avenue Like a beacon that's calling you home With our gifts we come looking for comfort May
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good health That I become a man and learn to make a way for myself
I've been waiting for you to comfort me Now I'm ready to start it all over again Just like a boomerang Got me coming back to you Forget it, don't sell
haunt spectres from cold past how did it come to this would you tell me that it's gone will you watch all over me in those creeping hours' fall like
start dropping hints for her to read between the lines But she'll act like Fantasia It'll be so much to be said but no one will convey it The relationship will be over
who it is... Is it Ernie, is it Ian, is it BoeBoe, is it Nate, Is it, Kevin, is it Chapman, Is it Rog, is it Jay, Is it pa, is it pops, is it pappy,
a city of silver dreams They hung a star over 5th Avenue Like a beacon that's calling you home With our gifts we come looking for comfort May we find
I ain't the same in my ways) It could be different (and now it feels like it's over babe) (I see you're feelings start to fade, it's all my fault huh'
it With passion of a Microphone Patriot I did it for my Fathers; I did it for my Mothers and my Brothers I did it for the world to discover The head of
at fault by imagination But some how we stretched ourselves and started living it Life it?s funny sometimes isn?t it We?re in the sky on a plane over