Listen to Scott Mescudi Cuz he can always mend your mood and turn the things goodIt aint easy to jump from 15 to 115 in the hood where the gun is the only wordagainst those fuckers who youhate so much. That reminds me of the days where the essays was the true girl chases and yeah we were together and now I hardly know my name but youaint giving me a lifting hand.I was fighting many fronts and the beat was loud and no one could reach my ground but I lost that
I've achieved a bigger thing no cash or check could be more blessedDoing magic moves in real time that you couldn't have guessedAnd I told ya I'm aint no loser But ain't about my soul flies no closerYour pain is that for one second I come up with somethingNo one can and that makes all the differenceAnd what I see through your glasses is the thing That you could have shielded it And if it was more longer the pain would be no longer
Soarin'Is this allowed?Cheating goodfellasIs this allowed?They figured I was Satan boundUntil I came back with a style I foundThen all of the sudden they fixed they facesCause of who I know and trail of places, that I've steppedHow many niggas wanna hate cause I left and gave them theft?How could you blame me and my plan of attack?Cause I'm risking my soul attackYou could just have hugged me backIm'a be gone way past NovemberEven stay up there, up
Идея си нямаме всъщност, колко ценно е времето и всеки миг ... само 4 минути извисиха света на върха на космоса ... за 1 година загинаха много хора във войни ...И тази година мина толкоз бързо ... Живота лети, лети сякаш скочил от ръба на космоса !