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[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't
Oh really?
[TS] Whassup, yeah
[LK] You know I waited a long time for this
[TS] Look, soon as I get there, I'ma call you, aight?
[LK] Bring what I
Oh really?
[TS] Whassup, yeah
[LK] You know I waited a long time for this
[TS] Look, soon as I get there, I'ma call you, aight?
[LK] Bring what I
white man
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain
And the Negro's name
Is
got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used, it is plain
you ever stop)


Come on make a move
Don't resist
Don't tip toe round and round
You might as well dive in
I'ts like we're locked, and there's no
Say what you wanna say its plain I ain’t never worried
I got my hands up and down like it’s 1230
And they can go ahead and clown that could never
is the manual
You must abide by this

Yo these are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life
know you
Lawman
Lawman
Lawman, lawman, I think you're a poor man, lawman

Every time you speak to me
Makes it plain that you don't see
What's really
It's like a sunbeam, that fears and hates the sun
I'ts like a wave, that fears the ocean
It's like a grain of sand, that fears the desert
But they are
[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
Dressed up like a capital shaker
Full of ganja drugs are not put down
like
Gotta worry about
If it's really me
That they see
And I thought you were the one, yeah

Deep inside I wish that they could see
That I'm just plain
can't live that lie
Hate!

I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing
with your life's dead bodies everywhere
You

Really want me to be a good son why?
You
I cant live that lie. 
Hate!
I sing my words
I'm f**ked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere. 
You!
Really want me to be a good
an attitude
It really ain't got nothin' to do witchu
I'ma fuck her, anytime I want to
Like a dog, I'ma climb up on her
She don't sweat me bout my other
me
So much boy
I hate that you hurt me
So much boy
I hate that you love me

Things I know now, don't allow me to turn back
We been through it all but
and you and me 
Glycerin (repeat) 
Don't let the days go by 
Glycerin 
Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
And she falls around me
I needed you
Your Mother's got bags of good advice 
The don'ts exceed the do's
But she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve 
As I close in for the kill
and white.
You are the rich brown earth, and I'm the flowers that grow.

We'll have children (Lua), of the Kingdom (Joshua).
They won't be torn by war, nor
their lives 

Well I'm readin' the news 
Ain't nothin' changed, ain't nothin' new 
Pain comes down like the fallin' rain 
But you saw it and don't
Halloween

My dearest friend if you don't mind I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze into the stars and sit together now and forever
For it
to draw the line
That I can't deny
Nothing is plain or black and white
You fight like a tired soldier
Shielded by wounded pride
Always pretending to be
anybody, shit don't matter, white, black, I'll fuck you up, you know?)
{Yeah, that's what his mouth is sayin', see in the ring? It's a different story
You