Lyrics:
selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James St. Patrick
Feeling like Power
I only fuck with the brave
I don't like cowards
Got that nine on me
Feeling
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
cdios I got go, pop em watch em topple slow
I Lock n
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
bells
Banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
The parade passes by
Marching bands
To the sound of drummers drummin'
Tooraloorah-lay
On St. Patrick's Day
Would be to run down all
Of the games they played:
Remember Dita Beard and ITT
The slaughter of Attica
The CIA in Chile knowing nothing
About Allende
mausberg & james debarge)
What, I'ma
(change the game)
Betcha' money I'ma
(change the game)
Yeah nigga, I'ma
(change the game)
Me and quik about to do it
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
torch!! What
You stood for we stand for!! Patrick Day “All Day” Lets
Go!!
His story glorious victorious
We could look at his death as morbid
you want mo James wrote no
Cause if you want More we can make a deal
Ro got pills deals on wheels nigga we about to profit man I'm on my way
James
I'll be James St Patrick you be Angela
Like we back in high school with love we just Amateurs
I'm Big on energy so Lemme Channel Ya
Once I match your
a numb junkies' hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
understand or
Can't relate cause I'm white
Like, "yeah white boy
What you know about being poor
And all you got to eat is gun?"
Listen here fucking freckle
stayed for the papes
All heroes do not wear capes
Feel like James Bond
Swag on my fit like I'm James Bond
Hop in the whip like I'm James Bond
Driving
one wrong move could
Lead to the guillotine he emerged from
All of this with a fearless spirit
Embracing the chaos of the times and
The vast changes
he'd ever bothered at all
He missed his family and wished he was home
With all of those strangers he felt so alone
Patrick don't be afraid
You'll live
still be diggin' on James Brown, what about you J.J.?
(I still be diggin' on James Brown) You got it y'all, horns!
Oooohhh, can't help myself, oohhh,
Whats up world its your boy Mister James
Jupiter's my first girls address me by the same
I got my future set like I carve my own lane
And keep my
trash it
I just ran off on the plug
Goin ghost like Danny Phantom, casper
No no no like James St Patrick
Better stand on whatchu said, cause if I say that
I pray for my rival my man
Long story short whatever they tell you
Cut it in half they don't believe in ghost
James saint Patrick still run the town
change my mind
These thoughts will change my mind
These thoughts will change my mind
These thoughts will change my mind
Oh, tell me Lovely Lady
Can all
His name was R P McMurphy
Randle Patrick McMurphy was his name
He met an Indian named Chief Bromden
He became his friend
They talked about three geese
and you know it, stomp your feet,
If you think war's pretty stupid, stomp your feet,
What's all this violence about? Why not join me and shout!
If you're
on the James (uh-huh)
St. Patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway (it's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
a conversation
About how we playing radio’s game khaled
You a real nigga
Khaled, you a real nigga! You
Got the keys! But
As we learn all the politics
That niggas
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