Letra I've been thinking de Common Sense

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I've been thinking

Intro: Common
Yeah one two bless
Yeah yeah check it
I got my mellow Sean Lett
He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style
Eighty seven you know the bidness check it
Chorus: Common Sean Lett
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking
Verse One: Common
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain
In the midst of precipitation, I make the power
Manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
Got connections in the nation
To incarceration, to general population
More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me
Seeking the, good sess material
Asking when's my next video
Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
Enroll your youngun in a nursery
And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself
I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways
To make it in the last days, now bring it on
Chorus
Verse Two: Sean Lett
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl
Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle
Better school her, so presence is your seed in society
Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed
I won't misleed and you can best believe
I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need
See I know right now, you're just too young to understand
Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands
Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain
Why having you, created just an everlasting shame
Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked
Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk
Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo
Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets
Won't do
Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying
Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams
See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed
Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs
Chorus
Outro: Sean Lett, Common
It's like that y'all (yeah yeah)
Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all
Sean Lett
We gonna get down like that
My man Eddie C on the board
We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street
Seventy-first and everybody in South show
We coming through for niggaz on the West side
Down in the ickies, all up and down state
We gonna keep it straight like that
We straight out for gold
You call it Chi-town it's still our town
Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound
We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide
On the real it's like that
Straight up South side is where we loaf
Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious
YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me
You know what? We out though

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Intro: Common 
Yeah one two bless 
Yeah yeah check it 
I got my mellow Sean Lett 
He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style 
Eighty seven you know the bidness check it 
Chorus: Common Sean Lett 
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking 
The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking 
After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking 
The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking 
Verse One: Common 
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet 
Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted 
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game 
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim 
Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim 
Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain 
In the midst of precipitation, I make the power 
Manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations 
Got connections in the nation 
To incarceration, to general population 
More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me 
You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me 
Seeking the, good sess material 
Asking when's my next video 
Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university 
Enroll your youngun in a nursery 
And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself 
You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself 
I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways 
To make it in the last days, now bring it on 
Chorus 
Verse Two: Sean Lett 
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world 
Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl 
Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child 
I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle 
Better school her, so presence is your seed in society 
Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed 
I won't misleed and you can best believe 
I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need 
See I know right now, you're just too young to understand 
Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands 
Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain 
Why having you, created just an everlasting shame 
Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked 
Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk 
Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo 
Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets 
Won't do 
Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying 
Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams 
See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed 
Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs 
Chorus 
Outro: Sean Lett, Common 
It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) 
Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all 
Sean Lett 
We gonna get down like that 
My man Eddie C on the board 
We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street 
Seventy-first and everybody in South show 
We coming through for niggaz on the West side 
Down in the ickies, all up and down state 
We gonna keep it straight like that 
We straight out for gold 
You call it Chi-town it's still our town 
Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound 
We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide 
On the real it's like that 
Straight up South side is where we loaf 
Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious 
YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me 
You know what? We out though