Lyrics:
woes
And i still ain't with the jokes
What you see is what you get, you can take that how you want
I live by show no love then no love lost
All this
the role of a Tom
The cheap dope slanger, life rearranger
Selling people drugs to put
Gold on your finger
We know better 'cause you are chеaper
With your
the lamp post by the brigade
standing all alone every night you'll see her wait,
for this is the place a vow was made
and breezes sing her serenade . .
you're holding the ace
Love is a game that I used to play safe (but)
You're dangerous
My frozen emotions are thawed by your touch
My frigid heart is
the stream, artefacts of what I
Was
Read the signs on the trees,
Written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all
I’m a drunk jockey
In my secondhand jersey with drugs still in the pockets
All in shambles
Back at your door asking you to take the gamble
One more
and hot)
Peanuts (he sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy
sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy ache)
You'll taste
Serenade me with a night song
Down by the school
A cozy little hideaway
Where we can be cool
Saw her last night with a new light
It was a mystery
problems even I can not control me
I tried to get away from it but you got me runnin' back every single time like
You are my drug, you are my drug
You are my
attempting to stay relevant
Like your wife striping for men at concerts, cuckold beta
You divide America, pushing the drug white vs black
Dark skins are
You are not speaking my language
Fam, I'm tryna eat, but you won't let me in the banquet
Go back to the bank quick, miss me with that lame tip
Need more
this one for the Lord?
Or do I simply serenade for things I must afford?
You can jumble them together, my conflict still remains
Holiness is calling,
And find it's worth the scars
If you don't bleed
Then you can't see
I can hear the goddess of the dark
Serenade me
Taste of the sublime light
Forbidden
Are
is my main focus
When I'm not blinded by the aftermath of the aftermath
When you don't get second-hand mood swings from my feel of breath
When I done
On
Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
I said, Joseph earns his
So many different ways that you can die
Like o d on drugs or get beat by thugs
Or a bite on the ass from a venomous bug
Or a shock to the heart from
caught up in a bind for bein stupid like abortion
These are the types of checks you can't cash when your trying to live long can't afford to be
An ass
man out of time and second-hand
While life passes you by someone will take your place
Leave you lost in no-man's land
The seeds have been sown
From
they are ima have to hit them with the henny dick
Take a dive in that lake of fire, be a multiplier
With the gas that I’m coming with
Baby serenade me,
pulling out every stop sign
Locked eyes
Something was telling me just to walk by
Small crime
Murder she wrote
Life think I lost mine
Cause Sex Drugs
Only secondhand interested
You wouldn't get it if your life wasn't based off
The spots in me that stay soft
Nights I had to face off
Ties I had to break
has been a public service announcement on drug awareness
Brought to you by community radio, thanks for listening
I'm a soldier in a foreign fight
Will I
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine
Stars are made to shine
I'm in the double G, three-piece tux
Screaming dressed to kill
Hope somebody
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