Lyrics:
cigarette,
I left your card in the bed,
I maybe be drunk but so what,
I'm still hot
I'm crazy, I'm off the wall
I never check, never call,
I got you by
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
in seven days kids reaching for my level
Never level headed when my foots down
You can't reach the pedal
Played like jipetto this isn't the pot
of twats
That light up by smoking pot
Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops
(Chorus x 2)
Drug music
Brand new Necro, exclusive
Pick up brutality part
And them niggas on the corner every morning gettin' money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun,
And now they dead and gone,
I'm doin' this one for
prayer
And slowly wipes a tear from her eye
I've always run faster than my Guardian Angel can fly
I've been blinded by wonder lust when it was all
CHRYSANTHEMUM SONG
Written by ambeR Rubarth © 2007 Inspiraled Music (ASCAP)
I found a little pot, took it in the kitchen, filled it with some dirt,
sunset, baby
You gotta use the sunset, baby
Whoa, whoa, yeah
You gotta reach for the ring, you gotta give it a shot
Grab the bull by the horns,
let da gucci loafers an da polo sweater make ya think I'm boogiey 'cause you kno better
(chourus)
I'm southern by blood not realtion you got a problem
I was ashamed of
Running out of money if that?s what it takes
And I get the credit for the rookie mistakes
And he just stands by and he makes me cry
people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
But still they workin' all they life, they pushin'
true drew that guy from that band hole what's he got that I ain't =
Got? a million bucks and courtney love and whole lotta pot but without =
You this
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
no one's winning
And I search through the forest for a diamond in the rough
And I stumble on a pot of gold, but it's never enough
And I cover my
goes by
You made the choices we all know are right
Your so cool
You'll probably smoke some pot
Then drop out of school
But what do I give and what
the morn
The woman is yawning
And daylight is born.
The roar of an engine
The coffee pot perks
Then off to the office to a room full of jerks
Again,
South L.A.
I'm from the slums of life, didn't have a pot to put it
That's why I love this mic and how I got so good at
Bussin' all these flows
won't pretend I'm not another brick in the wall
Another fish in the pot. Another cog in the system
Repetition and routine. I've gotta break this cycle,
I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight niggah, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
to nothing
Ants build houses where I sleep
Crowds of people trample by
Rush hour traffic all through the night
Glowing embraces after midnight mass
Renews my
at the ocean but it isn't enough
Show me a folk-singing pot-smoking hippie in a material world
One day he told me it's all in the details
And I should pay
Help to ventilate, lung capacity featherweight,
Your audacity to judge me by my cover
A mistake unlike no other.
Would your brother judge your father
If
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