Lyrics:
Hoping for a chance
To speak out, and just be heard
To put the scene of the
Crime in your own words
Thinking witness, man, I doubt to my scenario
Maybe
at
A halo of Crows above roads crocodile cracked
I'm lookin for this man have u seen him?
He said "that's me"
I believed him
Bandits set up camp in a Sams
favourite
Because he spent his time as a hunter
And every single time
Jacob had to wait in line
He started then to strive to get his way
He was just a little
The sheets were so much like our skin that we stopped going to work.
Love became a strong big man with us, terribly handy, a proper liar, with big eyes
don’t listen to nothing
Im that boogie man you see when you under the cover
And I don’t wanna holler at your girl go and cuffer
I was raised by Qeen Ida
happened
I'd I give my heart to the man I once knew
Oh how you loved me
Strong, passionate, gentle
Now you perceive me
All by incidental
Words count for
Cold as night in the heart of the hunter
Sign up for my kingdom dark
Black as the deep the devil is growing
Hellspawn in the soul of man
Now
did
The gold took more lives than Uranium
Than Polonium. Pandemonium
And as I stand here wondering why
A man beheaded on a smartphone
Falls into my
cough cough
Or buy you a shot of liquor
Let's go up to my place and watch Leno or Letterman
stay up late and have lots of laughs ha ha ha ha
Sure Sure
changed
And did I know, I told him, nawl it's the same man, you tripping
Constantly I'm getting more focused, what's gotten in to me
Arrested my
two-by-fours
The Pac-Man dots ate like two times four
I could hear the quarters shaking when
I'm walking in the door
Hundred, billion, zillion points
You got
Giver who turns my heart like a river
From when it was trashy and when it was nasty like lives
He fills His quiver with children with who follow His
favourite
Because he spent his time as a hunter
And every single time
Jacob had to wait in line
He started then to strive to get his way
He was just a little
Brought by death to the edge of the abyss
Fiercely thrown down into a void so cold
Darkness as you knew it its nothing compared to this
Going over
Farid, they outta jackin my style man
Yeah, they can't do it like us, dawg
Ca$hville to Marocco, you know
These Niggas out here biting my style !
eighteen, I sold that car
Traded wheels for a wedding band
A Plymouth hunter-green, big block with three on the tree
With every nut and bolt turned by these
of the nile
P-nut butter breakdown jelly shakedown
Freeway fury when a tigah gotta make rounds
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My kenneth cole leather boots stay so polished
I keep money
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