Lyrics:
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
who he is, Allow us to introduce him
[Chorus]
They call him the Pop'n Lockin' Caesar
He got the beat known ta cause a seizure
As he overflow errors all
makin' it a pundit
I'm glad to see my nigga he plush and lavish on the block
Cleaner than others in my form I resort on the corners
Connect with my
really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout
When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
Bitches call me
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
Now I’m high again in block 37
Seeing stranger things anxiety is on 11
Singing strange things keep happening me I’m made metal
It’s a band thing all
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
get through, especially if you got my back
The Abstract use machete cutting
Down on slack
And we do it like this, rarely do we miss
Catch you in
could dance in my room I've got the moves, you do too
So get in my groove, you know you want it
Shirley looked at me from the corner
Thought I was
a sumo (he coming)
I just bought a new whip, it's a Toro (yeah)
I said fuck all these hoes like a porno (fuck 'em)
I got cheese on me like I'm DiGiorno
He's got it all in control
He's got it all in control
He's put that reassurance
Way down in my soul
He's got it all in control
I've put my
I mean my context
Context as in what I'm writing here
And by pen I mean that which is mightier
Guess it all depends on my writers share
Yeah for
, and I love it, hahaha, that's right
Control
Now I've got a lot
Control
Now I'm all grown up, ah
I'm in control, uh
I'm in control, ah
I'm in
all but a speaker buzz
Like it was waiting on me to plug my mic in
The stage the only way to escape my pen
cnd by pen I mean prison, prison I mean
this thing for shoes
He just might be ambitious, too
They got holidays all in his name
And all a tyrant needs is fame
Those fascists don't play
"If he's got this thing for shoes,
He just might be ambitious, too.
They got holidays all in his name,
And all a tyrant needs is fame.
Those
comin' to save me
Somebody gonna betray me
Some Caesar think that he play me
But I am I and I'm irie
My blood is hot and it's fiery
I've got no date
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
, and I love it, hahaha, that's right
Control
Now I've got a lot
Control
Now I'm all grown up, ah
I'm in control, uh
I'm in control, ah
I'm in
no Johnny come lately's
Every Since the early eighties, purely from Hades
Laverne and Shirley with the rabies
Some dogs must a malled some of y'all
no Johnny come lately's
Every Since the early eighties, purely from Hades
Laverne and Shirley with the rabies
Some dogs must a malled some of y'all
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
really thought he really had a hold on me
He really thought
(They thought they really had control of me) he really had
Listen, I've got problems of my
wait for tonight
I'm going to join my friends in a dark basement
Control is in hand
We'll play games all night
Drink some cola
I got you
I better watch
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