Lyrics:
Used to play ball with bare feet
Now we just takin' it easy
cll of my niggas Swahili
No we don't fuck with Polisi
Yeah, Third World Baby
Yeah, Third
Alhamdulilah ..
By favour and grace yaro masore
Masore yi 3kom nkoaa ohia abo ne ho mmoden 3si me hene
S3 y3 wo wo to amena mu a wo se de3n
(like when you)
Close your eyes, try to look within
Hard to be a Saint when you living in sin
Close your eyes, third open in stealth
Fiff Element,
to people's actions
Body language is key, cause them people acting
You gone get heartbroken by someone you trust
Take a day to feel the pain then after that you
H, bitch
Got the woody, bitch
Yeah, third car
Third car
Third car
Third car
Big Glock in this, bitch
You can't wear the swig
30 racks, bitch
You know
hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast! Don't panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame
hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly
believe, believe you live I believe, I believe, believe you die
But on the third day you rise, you rise
On your throne in my heart you feed in
Even in death
witnessed
Malibu's forgiveness
The West Coast is my heaven
Third eye rebellion
Chasing dreams I witnessed
Malibu's Forgiveness
At top speed
Surfin
She got me seeing out my third eye when I'm in her stomach
Soon as I put on my bird's eye, love is all I wanted
No longer crippled by pride, only
the pond
The bells ring, I'm awakened by a bright beam
Calls for my return, uncontained, not a sight seen
Vision clear, third eye open, like a fight scene
won't thaw, and it won't melt
Your hope of healing days are lost
I'll never forget how it felt
To walk by with a touch of frost
The karma in this place is
now
I used to lead the haters out the way
I work so hard so I can pay
My rent, my bills, my everything
Day by day I work so that my sweat had to go away
So I brought you here today because I
I have something I would like to ask you
This might sound a little silly
But um, would you be my Bunny Senpai
I
years old when I had my first boy
The recession came can’t by no toys
Can’t take him to the park
Cause I’m locked behind bars
Stomach on growl
I
reaching new heights
Your third movie died, guess You Only Live Twice
Spell my name, the ladies wanna B-on-D
Any sex appeal you might have is beyond me
I'm
it it's my third drink
I got all this stress can free me?
If I give you my shoes you'll understand me
Spend a day in my mind wonderland
All this bad
She's quiet this morning, she can't say why
Sends her husband off to work with a kiss goodbye
Unlocks that old diary, turns to the third of May
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
Niggas talk more than bitches These Days
And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!
Just have some fun (Got that
keep two bitches with me ain't nobody third wheeling
Since day one bitch I been solo had to mix produce and write my shit
Bitch I been through the rain
to the front,
Cabbage is second on the rail,
Beautiful Linda is third by a length,
And Feitlebaum.
Around the first turn
Stu Chan is still in front,
Cabbage
the whole route. Completely born again.
I believe on the third day Jesus, He rose from the grave.
The world thinks I'm crazy.
I am just radically saved!
running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Don't let the heat drop, let um see we moving
on the third day
That was a Good Friday, and the day he fell was on a Thursday
The undisciplined, the ignorant, the insufficient
And the unworthy, screamin
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