Lyrics:
balance with some sense of bliss in the foulest degenerates, my New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges
I'm just 'gon bend 'em toward
Way you move on me baby o so professional
Red Wine
Baby be mine
Slow whine
Don’t rush it
Take your time
Baby take your time
Looking so sweet in
the revolution against father John Jay
Be donned in Wakanda cosplay
Can P Funk motherships be mass produced like
Honda, Hyundai
Is Elon Musk gone leave all us
of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta
buck buck
Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up
Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down
Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
time that niggas get on tv
Sitting on the bunk thinking bout my plans
Sitting on the bunk thinking bout my plans
To come home and run it up I gotta get
And so great is a man goin' to be praised
Selassie I every time
I say Jah shall execute judgment and justice
And none shall escape, what me say
I am holding onto you for the last time
Capsized, sinking, feeling like I made mistakes I must live by
Hoping that I'll find somebody new
Just
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah)
Woo!
Ay, location device
Ay, elevation like
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from
for miles
i have planned revolutions
i have carved myself into moderation
i abandon my own shadow
i have been attacked by droves of red ants.
by crazy
Up to di time daseca
Wonder if dem bwoy deh have god pon dem mind
Dem bwoy deh seh dem a shotta
Tek up war pon dem head
Seh dem a devil servant,
You could say that shit again but do you live by it? (Whoa)
Brought the Cayenne outside, bought the big body (skrrt)
Now I'm livin' life just how I
falling in love with you
Through the small port window of a big main whiner I watched the cities rush by
And the gay shining wings of a great steel eagle
to save us from it now?
The revolution's put on mute
And soulless songs now constitute
Every time you stick it to the man
Your voice is drowned out by
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
best
On the other side like a duplex
If you haven't yet, fear the ruthless
Visual or auditorial
Memorials are formed by us
And for the ones
Earning
Stuck in this place
Watch time go by
Sing along to Grace
Try to sing that high
Let's start another band
Make this one tight
I see no end in sight
For
HPD ain't no time to heal
I
Say
I
Wake up in the morning just to get fly
Yea I need to brush my teeth before I get high
Gotta do what I can just get by
oooh ee
Life na turn by turn
This na my turn
Make you wait for your turn
Nor kill your self
Cos the money go come
Step at a time
Take two you go fall
Young blood
Keep on riding high
With a concrete soul
Young blood
(No need to rush it cause we)
Run on different timezones
Waiting by my phone
Colder
This, could be something big!
Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
It's a war goin'
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