Just like yesterday You come upon my mind and take it away... Just like at the time The things we did made our hearts skip away Down on my knees I prayed
Day Work all your life for somebody else For food and bread and soup on the shelf Today i'm gonna take a little time for myself And if they dont like
you is or is you ain't compatible I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the date of Grado
And I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:] But I still Like Bologna On white bread Now and then
, watch em' all piggy back Switch up my styles, they all complain but see Which kids next year sound the same as me! The same shit, yesterday was like
looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting
't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away The world hating on you boy just yesterday, But like I said
and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" [CHORUS (She)] All the way from Washington Her bread
like a song She cries "Where have all Papa?s heroes gone?" CHORUS (She) All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! BELLE There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just
them sands will slip away, regret-a waste of time spent yesterday, best to play your cards right a hard nights work when bills are due and dues will get paid just
on my chest in the morning When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling Didn't know why, but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed
last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like
s my team be deep like a roster, you lobster you break the edges of all the ? cut the tongues off all the snakes just one hiss may cost ya, the price
it Because you was a nigga, I befriended back at Mimic's We was both dope But you acted like you was the cook up, and I was only powder Just cause at
mama, I'm making it rapping So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday, my
that way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but [Verse 2] Yeah, over like yesterday
leather And the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread