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My Passion Days Of The Bees

A muse with a Take me on my own No one here will ever know Take me to old men I never want to smile again Day of the bees (x4) Hold back (x3) Straight

the single file lines was the rule to the days that we had to study all the maps the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps the days when we used

his hand on my shoulder And said welcome to my house son Ah but years have passed and times has brought many heartaches and many tears I've seen my mother pass

daily Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets Stackin' cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees And pass that to me,

I went to the country just the other day To see my Uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been since at last I'd passed his way

wees Ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat Yo, we come from starvin' days, runnin' up in Dr. J's Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin', pockin' days Yo

s like this, my song thump your preference You can never attempt to reach that where my level is Black Thought severin competitives, off the dome top Yo my microphone stop, my

know those old things only make you cry. When you dream upon that little bunny rug It makes you think that life has passed you by There are days when

t got game Long face or not, you be in the big game Sweet on my feet, I float like Sugar Shane You never get up the hill, on the Hall of Fame E-40 my