Lyrics:
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
I grew up with reverence for the red white and blue
Spoke of God and liberty reciting the Pledge of allegiance
Learned love of country from my own
Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine
Good night, Little
Good night
Little good night started staying up a lot
With her big baby blues wide open like a rim shot
Jim and Mary thought
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
Little Chunks
So much of me is little chunks of him,
My music my art the tales that I spin
Over nine thousand days getting on with the living
and I think it's getting closer
Eyes big and blue, yeah, like the ocean
I know you did not expect this but please know
That I cannot keep living reckless
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
mounted
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded
By numbers of addictions
I will never listen to another motherfucker
Dumb and dumber,Jim Carrey
But
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin'
I don't care about the year
I
red fits with the colour of sin
But Jim's true colour's hide within
He'd rather paint it black or blue
(This tape was brought to you with video)
Oh,
"Congratulations you're our next contestant"
"Listen here I want no part of this!"
She said, "now Jim, I hear you've got a way with words
And you can win some
the yay
Running races and stages
And to each his own
You can find me in the green hill zone
Talking shit
Rollin spliffs
Playing Jim Croce riffs
Thinking
learned to sing with broken hearts
Welcomed diversity with open arms
Were living the dream but where'd it start
Brown was before King and Rosa Parks
lonesome too, and blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
lonesome too, and blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
[Excerpts from the Jim Jones suicide tape]
Jim Jones: "Living--you're looking at death and it looks--living is much, much more difficult. Raising up
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
Feniko
Cha$e D'Amico and Feniko in here
Straight up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Living life green and blue
They're my favorites y'all already knew
I
the pipe then dip by the morning
Ferrari I hop in the whip and I’m flooring
Overseas chick I got two different foreigns
Always stay strapped with a glock Jim
facin six) You know that life goes by
Just as fast as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole pies
Hope
Yea... RNS. Yea...
Them niggas talking way too much they ain't with it (they ain't with it)
You running your mouth, no action, you ain't did it (you
the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play
Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today
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