You're Not Sure To See Tomorrow, whoa-ho [Louieville Sluggah] This be that bomb shit, strong arm shits in your garment If there is a problem, I'mma see you into promise
(feat. Shyna) [singing] [Hook x2: Shyna] I'm writing, a letter I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones [Trae] Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
So fuck a promo copy, buddy, you can download the track Seratooo promo sexual laptop A hollow existence in a bottle Ya' sip sip and swallow I tripped quick then followed a
go Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner The heat skeet, blow a
a barricade Now there's a barricade A barricade Who makes promises? Who makes promises through a thick lead door? Through an intercom on the 23rd floor? Who makes promises
in the floor as he starts to fall down dead i've got a pocket full of quarters and i'm headed for the woods i'm gonna play miss pac man in a puddle
by my guilt, can't you see that I've tried? Now I've hit a dead end, but your presence is missing all over again So Dear Whomever, Reads this letter
a kiss but I know it doesn't move you But oh, I just can't seem to let it go Dead letters with words that are no longer true Dead silence where your promise
promised to write me a letter he promised to write to me And I haven't heard from my darlin' who sails on the deep blue sea My mother is dead and buried
is un-lettered from the west to the east i murda tracks i got producers puttin vests on they beats n***a (ahh) Papoose papoose pa poose a yo hot rod what up my n***a
every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
sorrow I look forward to tomorrow I'll release my anger 'Cos I'm proud to be a dread Selassie, tries to find a home To rest his weary head A place where
around my hair for a motorcycle ride The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories Here's his lettered sweater with a patch player of
said Quit teasin' me Ed You promised me wealth ...You promised me wealth And a new Dodge Stealth ...And a new Dodge Stealth I'll check the mailbox 'til I'm dead
, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, to remember (A night, a night, a night) To remember Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh (A night, a night, a night) ...
letter says, I'm not going over. I'm not crossing oceans for them. It's not defense and I wont let the business of making new Soldiers roll over our making promises