(Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise
mystery, my morn was cold and chill As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely hill As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely hill Jerusalem
my mom and get my cry on I order room service, get my apple pie on And after that, I just walk the streets A homeless dude throws up on my feet And I
a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real, is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill? Drive a brand new Benz and
't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I? Ain't I in the ville? Ain't I on the hill? Ain't I on a pill? Ain't I, ain't I real? Okay, my rims
don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, the city of angels Lonely as I am, together we cry I drive on her streets
it was and what it was And all the different things you made every different scene Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a
her chapel High up on a hill She must be so lonely Oh mother, can't we give A husband to our Catherine? A handsome one, a dear A rich one for the lady
on that Bitch Lease on The Whip Beach on the weekend Hotel suite, room keys is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger Now you just a whore
indeed I decree I'm forming a new alliance oppose the one poisoning the minds they lying I am only a fighter in the form of a writer in the form of a
Met Jesus up on a hill He confessed I was dressed to kill Saw fear eternal in his eyes He's seen what happens when the soul dies I'm the king of kings
dragonfly Seeds now the stem now the seeds of a plant Life to expression sounds like a blood flow Ear to the skin heartbeat of a man Man on a hill watching the city
around Baby that's a fool Body so hot but she's so cool She make me forget When I'm out with my crew If you get a lil' bit of this If you get a lil'
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (See the car) Black with the bars from the front to back And got a button in the middle, make
City, hear the gunshots Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot This is Brick City, hear the gun jam If you don't run family with a
late December And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill And longer than the song of a whippoorwill From the backroads to the Broadway shows with a
up on the hill, baby yeah that's me [Chorus] [Nelly] See I'm a U-City alumni, lookin out my one eye Similar to Popeye, when I'm on that spinach Somebody