Too many people about Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft, soft ground Well they can say what they feel 'Cause
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Too many people about Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground Well they can say what they feel Cause I
You know I was stammed but I didn't mean to Back then it wasn't oh, so fair You came through like some good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics
round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind was totally
! Back to the ground, n-gga we gonna make it nice and dirty! Now wan' get dirty with me? We gon' see if you all you n-ggas done with soft? All y'all get
its Gucci) so I dont turn around no more I look at whats in front of me I'm focused on the future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of
out the day so long And I do feel very well That the evenings take you silently They move round, sunlight, seeing ground Whispers of clay, alternate ways Softer
says do not enter No trespassing allowed Visions of redemption I walk against the crowd The sun is white with envy Confusion on the ground Breathing soft
what I'm from Soundview, I'll pound you down to the ground To the earth shake earth quake And the best is the first to make platinum What's happenin', soft
just gone I've got nothin', absolutely nothin' In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground
pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs of life are soft and
, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground Lampin on the handball courts, or the square
, five, c-lo, look how good I reload Right back at you bitch ass niggas abide the G code Click-clack deep hole, the industry Debo We built these niggas ground
last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep in I'm miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I, I pray that
2X then 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun If you got beef beef then you'll get ground ground Cut
