Текст песни Flashback - Laws
I'm
writing
my
album
in
Atlanta
Just
finished
tearing
a
house
down
in
Tampa
These
newscasters
saying
my
dirty
laundry
filling
up
hampers
I
keep
filling
up
stangers
with
feelings
of
satisfaction
and
anticipation
Like
every
Laws
man,
can't
keep
'em
waiting
But
in
the
meanwhile,
I
just
touched
down
like
a
pedophile
Too
soon?
I
think
not,
this
is
so
much
more
than
hip-hop
This
is
my
big
shot,
yeah,
know
this
is
I
ain't
a
show
business
but
you
better
show
some...
Spinning
lime
backwards
when
the
wifey
here
And
she
my
hypest
critic,
I
really
want
her
to
like
my
lyrics
I
know
I
might
lose
if
my
range
isn't
broad
But
I
did
it
last
time,
it
got
me
this
far
And
the
past
wasn't
living
to
the
fullest,
life
set
me
free
like
a
bullet
No
Cobain,
my
style
is
so
propane,
so
I'm
going
for
the
Grammy
I'm
going
for
the
Pulitzer,
might
as
well
throw
me
the
Nobel
I'm
still
swinging,
I
ain't
hear
no
bell,
I'm
so
I'll
But
I
have
no
patience,
waiting
is
aggravating
I'm
trying
to
have
them
saying...
This
is
like
a
flashback,
this
is
like
a
dream
This
is
like
all
the
things
you
can
take
inside
a
memory
This
is
like
a
flashback,
this
is
like
a
dream
This
is
like
all
the
things
you
can
take
inside
a
memory
This
is
like
a
flashback
I'm
writing
my
memoirs
in
Cairo
by
the
pyramids
Life
like
a
slideshow,
back
home,
more
clowns
than
a
sideshow
I'm
trying
to
do
this
for
my
mother
like
psycho
They
ask
me
if
I'm
ever
quitting
on
the
mic
though
I
tell
'em
yes,
then
I
tell
'em
sike,
no
Too
many
people
still
confusing
me
with
my
clones
So
until
my
record
spinning
like
a
cyclone
I'm
a
go
with
kai
flows,
no
mercy,
walking
the
green
mile,
no
Percy
I'm
at
my
late
spot,
they
trying
to
irk
me
I'm
saying
this
is
a
celebration,
Charlie
Murphy
And
if
you
look
like
you
lean,
I
got
a
bodyguard
that
look
like
Blade
I'm
walking
past
the
hate,
hating
is
aggravating
I'm
trying
to
have
them
saying...
I
don't
care
if
I'm
keeping
it
real
to
you
and
I
I'm
keeping
it
real
to
someone
so
if
you
digging
up
my
vibe
Then
I'm
2Pac,
I'm
true
to
me
so
what
more
could
you
want
from...
A
rapper
in
this
modern
age,
don't
let
me
be
the
special
one
that
got
away
My
flow
is
crack
nigga,
fiend,
put
the
rock
away
Not
one
to
fold,
that
is
a
rule
I
can
not
obey
Because
I'm
hot
today,
don't
care
if
tomorrow
is
a
blizzard
With
thirty
inches,
I'm
chilling
'cause
I
got
my
sleigh
I
over
prepare,
I'm
putting
on
a
show
even
if
no
one
is
there
Janitor
folding
up
chairs
and
he
bobbing
his
head
And
I'm
giving
him
daps,
all
I
got
is
my
life
story
and
I'm
giving
him
that
I
got
his
hands
raising
like
a
pastor
praying
I'm
trying
to
have
them
saying...
1 Overtime
2 Hold You Down (Remix)
3 Audio Savior
4 5:01 (Interlude)
5 Illumination
6 Number One
7 Murder
8 This is Me
9 Wall To Wall
10 Want It All
11 Flashback
12 Shining
13 Hustle
14 Colors
15 We Like It
16 Runaway
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