Lyrics:
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
it
They why wonder we struggle with most kids
Minorities in trouble
Pop a bubble that won't flare
Derby inside the rubble
Shit can tumble but won't
miles
With no inclination to roam
I've gotta say
That I think I've gotta stay
'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
So bring me two pina
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own
troubles down
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand, yeah
Squeeze it
Here I am, baby.
When I'm down I
miles
With no inclination to roam
I've gotta say
That I think I've gotta stay
'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
So bring me two pina
bitch
And she think she a keeper, no
My bitch ain't keepin' nun
Bitch I'm flexin' keefin'
Yeah these niggas weefin'
All these niggas weepin'
Countin'
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
see, yeah
That you been through trouble before but he ain't me, yeah
I promise I'm giving you more so come with me
Tryna pick it up, I'ma call it
You
always out his mind
Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
matter how you dress
Or no matter what music you like
Forget what they say, you doin' it right
No more grabbin' on ya pillow as you cry through
the opps in trouble
No evidence so the pigs them puzzled
Free bro, got himself in a muddle
ZK on, don't ask why I shuffle
I'm from a trenchy jungle
Big guns,
jests.
No more curses you can't undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings.
Time to shut the door.
Just- no more.
MYSTERIOUS
Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas
Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers
Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's
Some will overstand but
that B & O
I'm goin' to act like a rambler, and I can't stay home no more
I'm goin' to act like a rambler, and I can't stay home no more
'Cause the gal
Rock.
Flow.
Flow.
No.
So.
Go.
Serendipitous visions so vivid how I'm spitting it.
You feel it even if you aint living it.
Vent more to me as you lose
Didn't go along for the mutiny
No overthrow, I'll go nomad
Loyalty on the losing team
The comeback I'll give to my comrades
One more time for the downfall
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
I got all these feelings that trouble me, I don't want em
Me, I don't want em
I got all these feelings that trouble me, I don't want em
Until Further
back
But now I know
I have authority
In the Name
Above all other names
I'm wasting no more time
I'm taking my stand
Little by little
I'm taking
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That
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