of something I miss the days when our fingers were touching Chorus: The memories of losing you You're like a ghost Tracing where I said to you I wish
me of something I miss the days when our fingers were touching Chorus: The memories of losing you You're like a ghost Tracing where I said to you I wish
I said it Personal Take a personal Take it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you And if they agree with you, then your crew too I never diss an emcee, I wish
money so long its just paper to me take all my memories with you and just erase it for me you can never reminisce when you forget it all careful what you wish
must you suffer this when really love, what's the mission? Because you still live in your daddy and your momma house Shoulda knew homie was not about to go the dumber route
the members of the gang with 28 While haters wish death 'pon me, that's many men Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route Stop talkin', motherfucker, pull your paper
what I got in my cabinet Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin? Yeah, breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish
around like grieve and heal and mourn I feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were It was much harder in those days we had paper routes
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab
Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q bit Ain't nobody out there making no noise Wit they own route but that nigga paper
can get a glance at the Eihthype riches Bitches they wanna follow and peeps my route But soon catch a hollow and be assed out Ain't no competition Wishing
, sweat and tears shed Ya name still appears in my head It seems like yesterday we floated to Queens Holdin' cream, only 16, 'bout to load up the triple beam Paper
to ball 'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish
let me see what I got in my cabinet Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin'? Yeah, breakfast food, uhh When you wish When you wish
s all about But I won't go that route Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors But today, I realize that it's the papers 'Cause ain't no fiends comin
Billy: I had a paper route, and I think that maybe I was happy. I had it figured out, I knew someday that I would be happy. All along, I didin't know
colder Now you're not here. I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky And one by one they disappear I wish that I was flying with them Now you
