Lyrics:
The sky looks like patchwork
Stitched just enough so the sky won't fall on top of us
It's Alright
The city was covered in gold
And made out
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
from the Himalayas to the pyramids of Egypt
Pace Won flow is dumb as Forest Gump weeded
Lynch Mob's, Hit Squad's then I freak with
More gold diggers
No golds on da neck
I rose da set
Call me young fresh
Prince of da Chi
Who's fuckin' with me
And dey be like
There he go
I seen him on T.V.
I
horses, you must ride
Loyal comrades by your side
Prince of lions, the second son
Through the darkness the king will come
Lion, lionheart
Defender
Colours are victorious over the grey,
Stop to get controlled by the state.
For just one day
I wanna forget the value of money and gold,
I wanna live life
learned
Waist deep in those fields of gold
7 tons of steel and a twelve year old
Working hard just to keep it in a straight line, on the Combine
Hand
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
by the light
With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might.
[Chorus:]
"We'll kneel towards the foyer with our
new shades.
I'm a city boy,
Living in the shadows of Times Square,
Praying to go somewhere,
And everyday I turn to gold and rock my shades,
And I will
World of lies and of sin
Godless years
We all live in
Lost in megalomania, unclean human beings (are)
Drunken by blood
Having the force
To judge
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
illegal aus Moskowa
Importiert in 'nem Koffer
Sitz' im Mercedes SLS, sie liegt neben mir
Praktischer Wagen für Drive-bys
Statt die Fenster zu öffnen, die
'Cause niggas that your dumbass thought was little bros to you
Gave some cold to you and a bitch and you showed through you
And I bet this publicity gold
hear sirens from all of the beacons
'Til they bounded by life, don't get lost in the night
Because many have drowned in the deep end
Bitches, bitches,
Jungs, wisst ihr noch, als sie uns nicht dabei haben wollten
Ein paar Leihwagen folgten
jetzt ist scheinbar schon Gold drin
Das Leben ist nur eine
illegal aus Moskowa
Importiert in 'nem Koffer
Sitz' im Mercedes SLS, sie liegt neben mir
Praktischer Wagen für Drive-bys
Statt die Fenster zu öffnen, die
Does it please you?
Lady confidence your path is paved with gold
Played your tricks so well
He gladly bought the lies you told
Though I don't
came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth,
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
your chick come
My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts
Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts
Plus the way my pants hang make her
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
you're givin' me bad vibes and funny feelings
I want to grab ya by your neck and SQUEEZE til' you stop livin',
I don't fuck with you
[Tre-8]
See you
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