Lyrics:
It kinda makes you want to move cause it's smooth
It's that type of hype, so believe it
Brought by the Boss and the E
With the funky little track
they shuffled people to die of gaseous vapors
Their children stood by
They took the flesh and put it into cans
Now they have to face our deadly
of kin
That got dead or killed they didn't pass away
It's the past today, women can't deal with the men cause her pops estranged
Raised by my mum the same
Wanna talk 'bout plays we could run one
Never got phased by the top ones
They always say that I'm someone
I'm so and so and so's lost son
Like blood,
ignite
Don't fight the feeling you got, inhale the vapors that I see that you've brought
I'll take some sips so you know that I'm not some dirty dude
on the block speaking in Cherokee
American parody's
made Me this way im so arrogant
catching the vapors with turbulence
This is a 3 minute tournament
I got
on the block speaking in Cherokee
American parody's
made Me this way im so arrogant
catching the vapors with turbulence
This is a 3 minute tournament
I got
A low-pressure sodium vapor lamp
Lamps of this type can typically be started at a low voltage
An electric discharge through an ionized gas
Certain
a crowded basement
Sitting adjacent 'caine vapors raining, carbon faces
Decrepit humans, sit in ruins, suicides are amazing
Flagrant patients, inhaling icy
watch planes fly by
Leaving vapor trails and me behind
From my window seat there’s a farm below
I was praying to leave now I’d die to go home…
and crashing
in the skyFor the mountains that dance with the heavens
on high,For the tears that fall and are touchedBy the
winds and by the cold,We sing praises
drillin in,
pillaging the goofy for that booty and bass,
struggle taste better brown as a white hobby,
sound is a bank lobby bound by the trend,
black
desiring papers
Learn not to hesitate
You catch the vapors and escalate
I wave see ya later and accelerate
We gone, singin'
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Back
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
to give
Do what I do, there's no try
I'm an optimist by nature
I don't hate but fuck y'all haters
My life's in the hands of god
Till I'm dead and gone
When I light my afterburners,
I'm a bullet whizzing by.
I'm zero-to-60 light-years in the blink of an alien eye.
I'm in a shaking, baking,
the power
Mind sets you are dead
Through vapors you hear
The right vision comes back
Paralyze your future secret plan
And your idea of wondering
nature, returned, the vapor
Killah Priest, born in the pillar of yeast
Lost in the miscarriage, the automatic of marriage
Pow! Once ya live, ya die
[Eligh]
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer
Want It All
All Of It You Know Err thang I Need It Before I Start Hittin' That Hairy Thang
This Is A Game And I'm In It
Dick So Good I Charge By
Touch the leprous for prosperity, stare into the cyclone's eye.
Breathe the vapors for divinity, just take my hand and follow the blind
And dance
far
Now they caught the vapors, thought they learned from Bismark
This dark track could eclipse the sunrays
Hit hard raps, we should quit
Until the night is over
Turn on the amp
Darkness is my shelter
Concealed by beams of light
This is where we gather
To feed our wishing
into the mausoleum
Of memories forgotten
We have grasped at the cosmic puzzle laid before us
Impatient newborns surrounded by dignified giants
The scope
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