Lyrics:
I have two kids. My little girl is seven and my son is 58, 58 today, second grade. Halloween's coming up. I took him out, trick or treating last year,
say
Second guessing every choice I'm making but I can't today
Cause I always feel the pressure by these people that just say
I'm anything but greatness
we're on this earth
We need to tell people 'bout our second birth
Get busy like a school boy makin' an "A"
Cause time my brother is tickin' away
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
to gossip or throwin' stones
Has no time for breaking hearts
He's too busy breakin' bones
(Verse 2)
twas about 7:30, nother town a week ago
That 8-second
enough of that from my phone
Beckons for attention when I busy penning songs
Yo, I need a second dawg
Tryna find my peace
I been tryna reconcile what's
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
you feel safe
Waves of wealth above depths, seems as scary as death
Better "Come Back To Earth"
Allow yourself a second breath
On the surface rebirth,
overnight but you
Turn around and a month's gone by
And you realize you haven't cried
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer
I'm
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
it "Everybody Gets
Shot By Raymond!"
Somebody messed up the song
Now it just got racist
Black people been through enough (40 cases)
Why can't we all
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
the longest song, the longest, thirteen minutes
Over thirteen minutes and three seconds. Oh yea, yea, yea, I like it man
Would you like to do it too, would you
hiding, I'm just busy tryna' make her proud
I wanna tell my girl to board a plane next time I take her out
God willing, it's Nix!
As long as I got my
I can't breathe, I'm choking
The world crashed down on my heart left broken
How am I supposed to know what to expect
People live and die everyday
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
for a second
You'll notice how I use all my feels as weapons
See people screamin' Jesus help us
When they be fuckin', doin' drugs and lovin' every
harbor your feelings
I'll never be quitting
I'll only be winning
Been praying to God, man, I been sinning and sinning and sinning
I eat competition
24/7 I
with the strap, 30 seconds later left his manager head in his lap.
Young nigga copped a couple bodies now his whole life is torn. Half of hour later, his
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
I was religious as a little boy
Couple of poems to God that I wrote
Didn't eat a apple 'til I was ten
And I wished I was on Noah's boat
Really
The things that leave the biggest mark aren't always physical in nature...
If people just stopped and thought about it for a second,
They'd be really
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