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Yo, this gon' be our last song
Yo, our last song together
Since 9-8 we've been through both good and bad with us
And regardless of the five mics and radio hits
This whole lifestyle we're living now is making me sick
Trust me now, this ain't no interpersonal crisis
I break it down to points,
show how miserable life is
And not to mention all the crazy cops,
we got no who
Just a call and hang up after screaming I love you
From getting noise in my car, in my car park
To under my apartment door,
and that's the uh-uh-ohs in the store
Feeling uneasy in public when physically begging for kisses
The people staring at me and you,
but now it's what's taking a piss in
A privacy intrusion argument, number one
Laced with sin and guilt for fame is overweighing the fun
My second line's flaking now you gotta hold on
I'ma leave you with the chorus that I did for this song
This gon' be our last song,
I know you want this to last long
Last time on the telephone
My stress is building up Imma blow
Last time on the telephone
This gon' be our last song,
I know you want this to last long
Last time on the telephone
raszam
My stress is building up Imma blow
Now it's time for Joe to go solo
Yo, sorry bro I'm back, and guess what?
Well that was Timmy's mom flaming Tim was
in the city right before the city's born
She mentioned bout a concert,
at least her keys or something
And still she has her car spin like a wink or something
Lost my girl in 9 years and now I'm worried stiff
It's us who deal with this long distance relationship
And plus the fact she gon' get a degree
And come back and get a job and make more money than me
I say it for you Joe,
you got something to fall on to
This group can only last for how long,
how long fool?
I better start packing now,
since I got a stronger reason to leave
Pray for me and Tim please,
and if I never come back
Trust me things went according to plan
It's part of man in the foreign lands for real
The next flight to JFK is tomorrow at 2 So peace
one love and may the memories be what you want
Somebody stop him, my mom's crying
This gon' be our last song,
I know you want this to last long
I'm a fly in the wind
But stress is building up, I'm a blow
I'm a fly in the wind
This gon' be our last song,
I know you want this to last long
I'm a fly in the wind
But stress is building up,
I'm a blow It's time for me to go
What you saying man?
Did I hear you right?
Stick to the game plan man
This gon' be our last,
can't be a last song now Now I know you confused
Too fat,
breaking up,
you blowing up in the news Ain't prepared to leave this rapping,
only roll with the best
Only gon' stop rapping when they lay me to rest And no less,
I'm a hand in the stash,
you talking crazy son
Ain't a problem we can solve in this,
ain't no reason for you to be gone
Got still left beyond in the kit,
we've come a long way and spread this hip hop ish
Not from a negative aspect but in a positive way
Kids in small towns reciting when they parlaying,
you ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got you back for real so now stop acting a fool,
I'ma hit you back later,
ain't gon' take that long
Peep the new chorus that I did for the song,
this can't be our last song
I'm a fly in the wind But stress is building up,
I'm a blow
I'm a fly in the wind This gon' be our
last song, I know you want this to last long
I know the stress ain't but a blessing,
this guy's been doing a lot of thinking
Need to get this off my chest,
too fat breaking up,
my feet for the vest
So getting sick of cameras and the tight scrutiny
Dashing out of arenas surrounded by security
And groupies roaming lobbies just ain't fun no more
They stalking us hobbies and I ain't gon' run no more
Plus one more thing that I need is a new challenge
A long vacation before I pursue my education
Then you best blow up and make your partner proud
Take up a bad boy, go buy I.P.
Diddy And maybe Illya will become reality
I know you worry about Wuyo, I'm sure she's fine
You go handle yours and I'ma handle mine
I guess it's about time we head different
paths Listen to the chorus,
it's gon' be our last
This could be our last song
Are you crazy?
With some high, we both gots to move on
Are you crazy?
This could be our last song
Are you crazy?
This could be our last song
But not too fast, a thing of the past
2005
Just work it, work it
Just work it, work it
KL just work it
Now y'all ain't ready
Yes, yes,
when we come through, sunroofs
Retracted, attractive, plenty's gots to run to
Windows is tinted, just a front
Indoors lit, and hit the blunt
Girl, I met that one again with, yes, it's fun
You love the right shot gun,
and you like it when I stunt
You love the fact that Joe Blaze and the child are being done
Oh,
and this flow is butter No matter what I utter,
yes,
I spit it gutter
Now,
y'all lay men's make way When made
men's in black vans pull up the valet
Jump up the backstage with more bunch than ashtrays Yes,
I love my girls and I love them nasty
Everybody now paying attention Yeah,
I love the grand entrance,
no feein' pretentious
See,
I feeded you mention,
yo,
I might just swing by I'd rather be where
the honey's at and the party is live
Mommy,
just shake it like that Oh,
I know you like that
Mommy,
just shake it like that Oh,
I know you like that
With all of that Just work it, work it
Come on Just work it, work it
Come on now KL just work it
Come on,
baby girl,
come on Joe Flizz just work it
Yes,
I know y'all can't tell I is who I is,
Joe Flizz,
I do it well
It's clear as crystal, part of the cartel
They kinda run the streets in a town called KL
KL...
Man don't even try that
Unless y'all fools wanna get knocked down like a high hat
Not another try at
Ah damn, you serious?
I came to have fun
I let my mans handle this
It's all love when I...