part of my life? Something to hold on to white knuckle tight I wait for something You gave me nothing I wait for something real Something real In the
the better part of my life Something to hold on to white knuckle tight I wait for something You gave me nothing I wait for something real Something real
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be the better part of my life Something to hold on to white knuckle tight I wait for something You gave me nothing I wait for something real Something real
Africa got 4 wives y'all both fine want me to just one, on the under maybe y'all two could do a little something something Cause i don't mind as many
known better, you went behind my back and you had to mess with something like that My love grew to hatred, your love is not the... I've been rehabilitated You had a real
But now I'm gone just a portion of your memories But in your memory remember this vividly There was no other villain from the hood real as me From the soil
There is something going on down here In Vallejo FedEx In Vallejo, California, E-40 In Vallejo In Vallejo, California, E-40 He said he's just a, timah
planets for the ? ? lands when I spit out and hurl words It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd We planted our flags on your soils
you to do I've come to take you over, then it's up to you, oh Be like the light in the shadows Throw down your mask and be real Don't wish to win and
lifetime And wisdom I pick up along the way I received the spit from a snake And the snare cut real deep I was caught in her womb Something spreading
low. There's something that I'd love to show you. I'm just like a tree. I'll grow roots underneath you. This ground used to be nothing but soil. Remember
difference to me now What could come around Nothing could bring me down How thirsty is your soil Indifferent hearts never keep anything long I spend my time looking around For something
piss up the wall And the stench of urine lasts well into the next pint. * Entertainment is designed to gloss over real problems And very often those
so empty? Have I been blinded by your light? My doubts were real from the beginning Unlike the final tears you cried I trace your lies, something untrue
or not, like what you got You're under the soil (The soil, the soil) Yes, deep in the soil (The soil, the soil, the soil, the soil) So we'll end with
what we've created And I believe inside you'll find something that is dear and I know my heart will find the only thing that's real Love One love
