that last picture...
isnt mine…i took the picture but that green stuff isnt mine
I keep myself so lifted I am accustomed to new heights I feel perfect though they think it’s worthless See without my flight
You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers, from the City of Wind Like juice and gin, in the city we blend
Do the D.A.N.C.E 1234, fight! Stick to the B.E.A.T Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C That's how we make it right
And We Gonna Have A Hell Of A Night Threw The Day I made Her Say Hold up(Yea), Born In 88(Word) How Old Is That(Damn) Old Enough
put the cookies in the bag take the pennies out the drawer
The godfather, the problem solver Coming through with the 6 shell revolver Hot as lava
Seems like, street lights, glowin Happen to be just like moments, passin In front of me so I hopped in, the cab and I paid my fare see I know my destination But I’m just not there
stuff i carry every day
Everytime, the moon shines I become alive, yeah and everytime, the moon shines I become alive, yeah
See Gucci, thats my mothafuckin nigga I hang in the Dale wit dem hit squad killers Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga
Now I know, only I, can stop the rain We get away with everyday shit, but everyday shit catches up to you and when it does you can’t say shit!
Take a look to the sky just before you die It’s the last time you will
nighty night nigh........
prjkt 365 posts are up for the past few days…im gonna try to get some sleep… peace love & photography
Don’t mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits Motts so’s and cheese its Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk Even the oreo No matter what the weather Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together
Ninety-nine red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it’s red alert There’s something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky As ninety-nine red balloons go by
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I’m Ready To Go ‘Cause At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario
Winded through monotone One foot on checkered floor Head hung but still watching One dimlit figurine
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