Lyrics:
for your hand and feet through nails,
If you try to market, what they can’t sale.
This is a tale, etched in bravery,
I hear the cries for help
when they be pouring
But I'm throwing you overboard
If I'm hearing your lady roar
Look at a land ho, onshore
I swore, this fucking lady's soaring
Coming
I spent my last so a nigga can fucking smoke
You cannot judge but I really needed to cope
I'll say this once but depression is not a joke
But it lit
This is how the media pillages
On the TV the picture is
Savages in villages
And the scientist still can't explain the pyramids, huh
Evangelists
and be with you
Day by day by day by day
Say-Aye yaya oh
'Be the sound of higher love' today
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
de Soleil
(Zoom)
I want to rock right now
Visuals by the pound
I be glitching on this clout
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Tesser all round
Yeah we got that
Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language
And just the bits
the fame it doesn't come easy
You gotta learn pain to claim all these riches
Down on your knees talk to your creator
This ain't no fairytale this is reality
me this
Where is the water
Where is the sand
Where is the sky and
Where is the land
Where is the nation
Where is the flag
That treats me as their own
JE ya'll, eh, JD ya'll (that's me) Swiss Beats c'mon.
[Jagged Edge]Chorus
The world is yours and mine, break this up, none of that stuff.
Land cruiser for my last born
Sure sure sure
Madam speaker
For north we no get public toilet
I want build 80
This be the budget but I go build two
Madam
you can sail, so why aren't you on land yet
Odysseus, you know damn well how to get back home
I'm tired of this closing fist in the lightness of your
he's with his man cause he can't alone
I've been the nice guy, but what am I? A jerk now?
This shit is no good, something's gotta get worked out
Your
YO
Negative momentum is shifted by sickness
Like a shy victim twice bitten
With venom dyin, foamin, cryin n spittin
A lotta these rappers are weak n
it
Just in case you gotta pay your dues
100 bands 200 hands
Who the fuck is this dude
I ain't need your help then
Why would I need your help now
I
a brick
I smell bacon around this motherfucker
I ain't selling shit
Do my dirt all by my lonely
I won't leave a trail or prints
Clutch the blick on my own
of the game
You're slave to the grind
Oblivion
Is your key to the Otherland
You're part of the game
You're cursed
You're damned
By now you understand
feel (what you feel)
This folks can't tell what is real and fake
blinded by money and bitches,
but non gat what it takes (but non gat what it takes
know
But for you this;
to show you who's on my mind
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday,
All I really came to say is
I still love
tongue-tied
This is rare air, it's harder to come by
It's high-tech like Common when he was rocking that sungod
Tomato head niggas get sun-dried
They washed
abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know you can
abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know you can
the nut
I gives no fuck boi your gig is up boi u outta luck
Dumb ass nigga got sent to the county now he think he tough
Got a Young homie 17 up in a max
looking for the grinch who stole the who’s
I promise
You’ll pee your pants when all I say is boo
I hate
this Covid thing It kinda stole my job
The thought
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