Lyrics:
You're everybody's second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the west side
the world is gonna burn
Everyone should get a turn to light it up
Down and out, I've been on the rocks
I've been having some pretty dark thoughts
Yeah,
ready, take it away
-Okay
Raised to feel like trash
By a drunken man and his drunken friends
He found strength in numbers
[Spoken:]
So I guess it was
flies by
There's an everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from California
He's the prettiest thing we got the same disorder
The way you
You're everybody's second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the west side
god forsaken land - those who oppose me now in my control - red skies and hollowed eyes everyone will know - there is no chance for you to run - I'll
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Now damn, I'm just a kid
Thinking 'bout everything I ever done did
Things I wanna do
I got drunk by myself last night
they say it's no way to make things right
I just didn't have anything better to do.
The dog was asleep
At the ready to answer our call
In his own special way
He is gentle and kind, oppression he hates
Love in his eyes
My heart skips a beat when I'm by his
soul is frozen stiff inside my skin
Paralyzed by thoughts that I've let in
Father, I know, I feel like I'm made to let you down
Brother, I know, I'm
long, this I know
Possessed by the light
I am a warrior singing highway songs
Thousands of miles
Everyone sang along like some angels on pain pills
depressed
But greater is he that's in me
Than he that's in the world
Or at least that's what momma taught me
Momma stood by me
Bought and fought for me
Taught
wrongs
How I'd be fine by all of my songs
How I'ma miss how'd you sing along
All of those times that you were my mom
All of those times that you were my
These high maintenance chicks flip if they aint pampered
Mindin my own bizzy Wizzy blinded by the cameras
Up in NYC the Bean is stepping in Atlanta
My brother trying to find purpose
But this sh** hurting
Doing his best to provide for everyone
Skeptical, he often question
If its all worth it
mind,
Heart full of hate,
Not checking time,
I don't fucking date,
Given up on love,
Fuck the heart break
Walk into the club,
Everyone is fake
In a cloudy
thoughts ran in the broken mother's mind
Convincing everyone
That they could
Be reunited
The distraught family
Was cheated by death
Vilomah
They will no
fucking mouth shut
Sister Syzygy, don't you hate being
Right, all the time?
Over Bering Straight, or manic street
You seem to preach like a man who
Finally, I'm doin me
Finally, I'm doin me
Finally, I'm doin me
Call me Neon we are all electric
We'll be gathered, by the stars tonight
Freedom is a land
Yo, K'Naan, man love or fear? Choose one
Huh, well let me ask you something
Let me ask everyone actually
Studio audience here the love movement
Yo
Catching On And Now That They Know
We See America The Great Has Opened Most Of Its Doors
To The Medicinal, Thought To Be Just Visceral,
By Everyone But
lunch and slop for dinner
On the yard conversating who's
Block is realer everyone in for violence
I met some brothers that's pious
But until I found allah
20/20 that's the vision
No prescription lenses needed to see how I'm living
What you get is what you see, there ain't no division
Between my dreams
the volume up, just slap that noise
everyone around me, live be free, do your own thang, you don't have to be me
what the woke ones see, is the good time haps,
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