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The Old Dead Tree Don T Wake Me Up

I go too far. I hate to feel rejected! I am disguised as a crow, I fly so low I rest behind my make up. Don't wake me up

never dividing the bread Bitch I bet I get the debit if I don't get the cred (I deserve) Throwin' westside up like Pac, when they pop ya block up, Big

to learn my friend Wisdom ripes with old age, if you got it Now wake up you distressed, yeh yeh yeh Under, under oppressor man affliction Hell fire can't

for me Couple niggaz round us, down to do the shootin' for me I'm still ridin' wit my main bitch She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school playin'

'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in

, let me hear it Deick the halls, trim the street, that's the spirit Holidays are not for me, chop down the tree they've got to be the worst I'm old

, moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run

you don't have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like I'm Mackavelli, Mackavelli [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa:] Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me

to do the shootin for me I'm still ridin' with my main bitch She rollin' a joint somethin' old school playin' She love me we fuckin', we in the fly free