Lyrics:
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Some guy says it should not be worn by me
But I say
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Not playing with the white keys, singing
Only playing with
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind
I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind
a republic or democracy
Or monarchy, it's malarkey
Don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off-key
But when we're on keys, we can
line
Go 'head and quote mine, granted
I'm on my own tangent
But that's the right angle, F a cosine/co-sign
Ya own mind is a gold mine
You so blinded by
sign
Key West is fine and fair
If you lost your mind, you will find it there
Key West is on the horizon line
I was born on the wrong side
got me like where
Do I belong, do I fit in?
Things on my mind, where do I begin?
It's easier to sin but it hurts my heart
I'm really tryna win, so
was burning
To say what was going through his mind
This summer, he tells me, was something like
This: "If I'm going to say this
I'm going to be
Better
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
an odd party favor
Something I've received at bar mitzvahs
She pulled it out of
Her purse as we talked in
The basement of Barclays
And this would be my
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
where i think my personal
Philosophy of life started
With that moment in my mind
I have always believed and thought since then
That my motion had to be
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals patrolling the streets
(They stunnin’)
Conflicted like speak my mind
open and barf in it
I'll cum in your moms box and
Let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black
No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
weed let the good times roll
I'm black, I live for my wife and my seeds
And my mind with a find only God could exceed
I'm black, I got to show my
Black Suma, Black Sumarai
Black Suma, Black Sumarai
My katana stay sheathed disrespect me then maybe
Follow through you like a breeze
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