Lyrics:
be stopped; No I'll never be stopped
Among these leaves you and I we're spent
I've seen the storm brewing
It's in every face that passes me by
It's in
of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
He played every instrument
the threat is all that they're seeing; Us vs Them takes on new meaning
And you know how this ends, so don't you dare laugh
Just a tragic anecdote by the next
frequently elapsed
Back at it again, but you might call it a rebirth
This is a reminder to y’all this is G-therz
Guess who’s back man, guess who’s back ho
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
I take your hand
We walk towards where the roses once grew
I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was
The rubbishstrewn streets
Riperising
with no exchange, it make you hate trying
Secrets undiscovered, like an episode of dateline
Way too many tragedies at once, I need a take five
I miss
Please do not disturb the hustle
I hear barks, where's your muzzle
Your mouth's the fucking struggle
Soul-ties compromised
By niggas playing
we comin'
All my bitches poor, and they unemployed
Get they hair done just for fun and go shoppin' when they bored
Smoke so much kush by myself it
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
Is it okay? Is it you?
Or have they come to take me away?
To take me away
Oh my, love is a lie
Shit my friends say to get me by
It hits
thought of me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is-are you kind
It's a buck dancer choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know
block and have it on lock
Fuck a hater, fuck a cop aw yeah
Ride around by my lonely with the glock aw yeah
Steady flipping shit trying not to flop aw yea
and bands married
Lately having racks all in my hands it's sanitary
Young God what that is? Fresh asl'
New Amiri's
Young God how you bummin'?
(How you?)
I'm
bands up
That pressure on me gotta carry that load
Pull my mans up
Nobody don't give a damn when you fucked up
I really got it out the mud you can't say I
and now the image is faded
I go in at 9 I’m leaving at 5 I do it I know I can take it
Picture me inside house
Picture me inside a mansion
Picture me sitting
pop the 5 Bitch im poppin for the bands
I'm Marching gotta keep it by me Cause Im cautious
I pick a nigga Off like a into do my dirt wipe Down clean
in the afternoon
When the sky turns to purple
It's then I'll look you over
And I'll take you to my big brass bed
You're the brother of a sunburnt sky
your homes, which your
ancestors build by the forced hands of those they colonised
A machine flexing rubber bands beheld with always flinching eyes
Go
up bras-cause they flat
Hot ones then most now fat
My innocence at night
That shit went fast
By band room class
Exes liked it in the grass
Never had
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna
an Adderall baby & u could take it when u see me
We'll be up all night I don't stop off a percocet
Throw some Molly in the mix and now we workin up a sweat
Girl
It’s time!
Come here, listen, get a bar nigga
I'll chop the head off you
Dicks like a Bar Miztvah
Protect your neck, clown get brass
Turtle neck
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
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