15 Minutes of Fame

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I remember back in the beginning
 I was scared to give you my love
 I didn't wanna let go of all these women
 Then I believed and began to trust
 And messing around was very tempting
 Cus even the bad ones buss
 And girl I never thought you'd be the one
 To leave me
 I had to let it breathe for a while cus
 Cus girl when you left me I was bro oppose? Suppose
 We rolls through Headland and Delowe
 Where me and my niggas would pass the flow
 And got down for ours like hind catchers
 My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
 While mind close niggas laugh at
 The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wangs
 I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
 So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
 Started by Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partner
 Gather your thoughts
 Something's gotta change
 Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
 Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
 Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
 Like memories of yesterday
 Uh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi
 It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boy
 I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps
 And throwin' them craps
 7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas but watchin' your back
 For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious
 To stayin' up on your game and pimpin' these crows, you must be flawless
 Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
 My nigga you know if I wanna be playin'
 But runnin up on me like you miss me
 You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' your shit and rollin' your eyes back
 Flexin' up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin' your Cadillac
 But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga
 Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
 As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the dust
 So keep that caine up out of your nose
 I said my piece and then I hush
 As the calendar keeps flippin', niggas dippin'
 Something's gotta change
 Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
 Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
 Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
 Like memories of yesterday
 Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come clean
 Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
 Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringin'
 On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sangin'
 Bringin' our folks closer together 'cause they severed us from the get green
 Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
 Psych, because no one is free when others are oppressed
 So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
 Growin' old
 Like some eagles, people don't understand
 Just like their parents don't be carin'
 I'm speakin' about you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
 In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
 Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimpin' no bitches
 'Cause you flaugin', fallin' like leaves into driveways
 Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways?
 Fridays are tight, but Saturday just makes it old
 Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
 Growin' old
 Something's gotta change
 Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
 Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
 Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
 Like memories of yesterday
 Something's gotta change
 Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
 Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
 Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
 Like memories of yesterday
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 See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
 Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
 Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
 Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
 Autumn caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
 Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
 Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
 Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
 Autumn caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
 Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
 Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
 Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
 Autumn caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
 

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Duration
05:03
Key
5
Tempo
89 BPM

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