Lyrics:
yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Love king, love king forever
You know I had to remix it right
Talk my talk
At 11:00PM I be rolling
12:00AM I dove in
Till 3:45 in morning
Sex
all by myself
Against your wits and nobody else
You we're such a little sneak
I didn't think you'd bring diseases
Into your body
You said it was
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
is false
Then for the good of society
And especially for the good of the poor people who have fallen prey to this confusion
Transgenderism must be
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24
Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can
is Causing
War, Because it's you, Who's
Causing yes it's you, Who's
Causing War
I and I looking for love
Every where Inna this World
Some of Dem Cold
shit is due it's doo doo
And who knew that too cool fool who
Used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack
Like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul,
Would you stay by my side
When I'm working on me? Hey
I understand it's hard when none of this is your fault
But I'm hoping you don't leave
Would
you wouldn't believe it
She gon tat my initials, you see 'em (CM)
My bitch bad, you could tell by her DMs
I could fuck from the AM to PM
You just play,
the wrong turn
Now all the ashes are poured in the urn
And sink below
Said I am the one who has set it in stone
And I am the one who is paving the road
Now
Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than
is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put 'em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can't ignore
with the beast
Who's the feast
It was me
No more suffering
No more lies with pretending
Struggle till I'm out the other side
Some can just coast by
I
him and the t-shirt guy say by the edge of the pool
And when the girl who was really skinny
(and insensitive to climatic changes)
Took off her clothes
to have fun tonight?
Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer
Kick it to the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will but
soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with is that industry dough
BMI,
Where entrapment lurks like a stealthy spider
In society, order is everywhere
It's either active or passive
You take or you give
The transactional system
Aye yeah
Yeah yeah
6PM On A Plane
One way to MIA
Get away to keep me sane
Having flash backs I can't erase
Im losing people by the day
Some of em
Ignace
Under the rocks
That are played with by children
And thrown at Malcolm
Who's still stuck to the sign that says
"Welcome to Ignace"
It's Christmas in
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