I can't light
no more of your darkness
All my pictures
seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired
and time stands still before me
Frozen here
on the ladder of my life
It's much too late
to save myself from falling
I took a chance
and changed your way of life
But you misread
my meaning when I met you
Closed the door
and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself,
it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life
to wander free
But losing everything
is like the sun going down on me
Ladies and Gentlemen Mr. Elton John
I can't find
Oh, the right romantic line
But see me once
and see the way I feel
Don't discard me (baby don't)
Just because you think I mean your harm
(Just because you think I mean your harm, oh)
But these cuts I have, cuts I have
They need love
(They need love, they need love)
to help them heal
Oh, Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself,
it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life
to wander free
Cause' losing everything
is like the sun going down on me
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself,
it's always someone else that I see, yeah
I'd just allow a fragment of your life
to wander free baby oh
Cause' losing everything
is like the sun going down on me
Mr. Elton John
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Yeah, what's up fool
9-4, Spice 1
Kickin' that G shit
Tell me what that mail like nigga
Wanna make money
This one or get smoked
(Verse 1):
Push it in push it out
And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' Glock
Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' G
Hoppin' out a goddamn 94 Cherokee
Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' cooper scoop a
Nigga off his feet with the millami the Ruger
So tell me what that mail like
I keep processin' of the yea for cells [?] tell like
Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps
And 2 dollar bitches on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little nuts hung
Fascinated by the Tommy gun
Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
But fuck that shit nigga
Tell me what that mail like
[ talkin ]
Tell me what that mail like
(Verse 2):
Po-Po's wanna quiet me
Cause I was tearin' up shit like the muthafuckin' liar G
Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson
Movin' ki's in large fractions
And this is the American dream
To a young muthafucka age 13 to 19
He used to be my best friend
But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
And that little white bitch got the whole world smoked up
And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
Smokin' muthafuckas cause they asked me :
Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D
That's the shit I gotta deal with
Real last niggas can you feel it
Tell me what that mail like
[ talkin ]
Tell me what that mail like
(Verse 3):
Gotta live up to my rap as a G
Still countin' mail age 23
See me and Franklin they can't stop us
And now I got no friends I done smoked all my patnas
I never thought that the money will definitely kill ya'll
4 lil' young muthafuckas robbin' liquor stores
It's all good patna get your cash
Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
Lyin' on the ground con