True East The Fault
A nigga wrote this track up on the toway
I guess I'm back up to my old way
At least that's what my hoes says
Whenever go back to old days
Chillin' off sippin' Kool-Aid,Low-laid
Wearing the dope breads I hid like Rogaine
My base and my palm are word in my hands
Temptation in my soul,ignore it again
In her eyes I blink and pretend
Like I never saw her
Welcome to the mind of the man
If you come from a
Then it's an honor to stand
In the eyes of his land
This land, who can ever abolish this man?
Until I until I succeed ,it's got to be
I'm fighting every night to get some sleep
Waking keeps you awake
I'm tryin' to keep some peace
Dog ,I know I got no love
I just try to burn some leaves
City times don't mean a life
She says she loves me
It would be rude If I didn't reply
So I don't need no small-talk
I broke a heart and a soul,
That makes it my fault
City times don't mean a life
She says she loves me
It would be rude If I didn't reply
So I don't need no small-talk
I broke a heart and a soul,
That makes it my fault
You never comprehend,never dropped tears
..with you I begin
Look, I have no friends
You know when a nigga is stubborn
You don't try to make amends
I'd rather just forget
Don't mean no disrespect
Ain't killing no regret
I keep this on my chest
No ,nigga,I ain't trying to fit in
I got to be the man
And I promise when I am
I'll be the man 'till the end
So,let me tell you about me
They said that you're be hearing
I can put that shit on
Remember this
We ain't the same,look at the differences
late night when I'm thinking right it seems so lonely
Talked to the guy and I'm begging him
Holly ,boy,I know it
City times don't mean a life
That's who you trust,that's in the skies
So I don't need no small talk
Nigazz are still hating me
Guess that makes it my fault
City times don't mean a life
I'm trying to reach the sky
So I don't need no small talk
But if I never take the chance,
I guess it's my fault
