Texty:
A Is For Avenue

. Please run to me. I'll be waiting: For you to arrive. Run from me. Far from me. The stars in the hazy heavens tremble above you. While he is whispering

. Can you hear the sound? It's the dawn of a new age. Where kids put lyrics, to notebook page. Put that journal away. What are you crying for? Everything

! He's resisting! All but Princeton: There is life outside... There is life outside... There is life outside... There is life outside your apartment! There's a

a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war

not as good as it gets And this is just a part I portray And this is just a part I portray And this is just a part I portray And this is just a part

That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about

a motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a

we gettin' money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look at Haiti, children dyin' round the clock, nigga I sent a hundred grand, but that's a

dem can tell man notin' 'Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam fish and mutton, hey Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu somethin' Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me