Pigeon John

Pigeon John - Cry lyrics

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I feel so good I wanna cry [x4]

he took my seeds and multiply

then took my needs and supplied

wiped off the tears of both my eyes

I said I feel so good I wanna cry



There once was a time that my very eyes could not see

stumblin' over rocks that were right in front of me

but now that the cold is done, and my window's open wide

I spot all my enemies, that envy behind the skies



And baby butter it's on like a baton 

flippin' into the don, new breed to be, plus a brand new speed

like a bird, up in the air with new rings, a new born baby

touchin' new things, simple as that, brand new format

ready? Attack, bloody new baby in a mercedes ,the bitch's black

and calm and gruntin' ??? at one thing pushin' passed you

with the mischievioust grin



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And baby butter I'm leavin now, all the past, the good and the bad

hear me now, when I got need to pull along, somethin' is gone

when I'm trying to write books compare it to songs

I'm a live right now, stop callin' the girls, especially the fly ones

with those curls, I'm tellin' the truth, you want some proof

go into you, how many verges rilly hangin' on with the truth?

niggy, it's hard on the boulevard, well we gotta make it, b-

come superstars, you know you feel this, no matter who you are

cuz you can't run when you're unloadin' the car, dedicated to my friends

who do heroin, they be lookin' for the peace but it's very thin 

trying to grab reality and make it bend, but it only breaks in th end



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There once was a time that my very eyes could not see

stumblin' over rocks that were right in front of me

but now that the cold is done, and my window's open wide

I spot all my enemies, that envy behind the skies



now all I do is work to pay rent, in the studio

got another show, going on the road, another cheque sent

hangin' out with bro's, turnin' into pro's, learnin' how to soul?

replacin' my rent, let it all go, turn it into mo', let my chap low  

a drive in my mint, buy one dollar clothes, practicin' my flows

undip and unload



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Language: English

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