Just like yesterday You come upon my mind and take it away... Just like at the time The things we did made our hearts skip away Down on my knees I prayed
m flippin', I'm flippin' Aye, the first day we met, I was in my vette I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check I pulled up in Wing Stop just to
I miss him. Why the fuck I own the world when I can't share it with him? Bust his ass his whole life, just wanna break bread wit' him. Cryin in my mansion
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that Years later, oh now you see what my heads at Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at You keep on
dope mama, I'm making it rappin' So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe 'Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday
followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man I'm just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down I be around just like tha single
car from yesterday I kinda like that music thing You just download 'em And you can save about every song That's ever been made But I still like bologna
way serious, I no longer play. Sit in the same room let my rage run astray. And just when you think my tank is on empty, Somebodys right there, just
she was so sweet Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin' like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just
Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but Yeah, over like yesterday
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They
like a song She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night Young American, young American She wants the young American All night All the way from Washington Her bread
Headphones, backpacks watch em' all piggyback Switch up my styles, they all complain But see which kids next year sound the same as me? The same shit yesterday was like
, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe
bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that-a way, go that-a way [Verse 1] The world hatin on your boy just yesterday But like I said that was
Townsfolk:] Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! ) [Belle:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just
