Lyrics:
to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in
heater on the driver
Try us
You won't even get by us
Act tough get fucked up like Dave did Goliath
Girl I'm the supplier
Cop again get higher
This Life
I tell em to dream
You niggas don't know what it mean
To live through the shit that I seen
Now I'm counting the blue and green everything in between
You draw it out like a highway
With every word that you say
Excuses for the answers that you lack
Your mama's still the steady ground you walk
on the highway, try my way
This is the fly, way, Mass appeal, cash the deal
Never will I motherfuckin' crash the wheel
Pass the feel, the tank with the drank in
to try to find em
I'm all pissed off at my moms, its about 5:21
By the time I make it down there I'm gonna miss all the fun
When I finally got there, its
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue
leaving trails
As I cruise down memory lane dodging a DUI
I wouldn't be surprised
If I got pulled over by one of my deeper tales
Well look at that, sirens
anybody here need a doctor?
Let me pull out my map & give you directions
If you're lost in Sin, turn right onto Faith Highway
Stay on the highway until see
wearily, but in safe on the boat,
On the boat, that's taking us to a common destination.
[The atonement]
The key of life is here,
led by
Dont pull up on me unless you gotta shootah
I got a five-seven my bitch got a ruger
Don't want no bump you get smoked like a hookah
I pray to god
what were after? Just asking?
Because if not maybe we could stop that disaster.
We at the bottom while we being watched by the masters.
They Ain't got no
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
green, all that shit
0-5-5, nigga
Free Sly, he 0-19 though
Free DC Black
Ah (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
juice from lost poets
Inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self)
Don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies
Where
On the Blue side wave, no boat
She give me ghost, that's brain, that's dome
If you know, then you know
I'm from a place where there's not much hope
Young Gs
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
on the highway in a small town
Hanging by the bridge, got something to throw down?
A fridge, a washer, an old TV set
It might seem pathetic but we ain't forty yet
to cut off my hoe
Cause she be acting like these niggas I don't like her tendencies
I took my bitch to the Yams
Put her on the boat
First class slay that
blue cars and light fires
We already been knocked, scrutinized
Plus, cops rush to brutalize us
America's polluted by lust, who could I trust?
If I can't
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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