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| Common One Day It'll All Make Sense Stolen Moments Pt. II Black Thought: It's a frantic situation(x7) Common: Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around Day before I broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out No tellin who had the place scoped out Donnie brought over some niggaz I didn't know I'm askin, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo If it was them, soon I will collide with them And they better not be rockin no new Iversons Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib To have the set of keys but that I wasn't tryin to believe But I could have put it past him or those other bastards It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind It might surface Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh) chorus(x2): Black Thought Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3) Wherever you are, whoever you are Check it out |
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