Lyrics:
beach?
Blood beach
Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
Punks hung halo teach
Hugged by the math with the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six
afraid to die
I just see some comfort in the longest night
I could tap dance with poltergeist
Hold up son just hold advice
I been working hard to beat my
to bone and cuddle
Marathoning Living Single, talking bout life goals
Hit the weed, passed out by the 9th bowl
Heart beating fast, couldnt really tell why
pain
Again and again...
Where the mountains shadow the landscape from the sun
Where there's eternal dusk, and the ashes turn to dust
Where the storms
Ah yes this is the one
This is the one to be frowned upon
This is the treat to society run
This is the demons inside of your sons
Your daughters,
vision you, son
When it's hard, when it's hard, when it's hard, when it's hard
The facade of a teacher living clean as a sponge
Work it now, think about
Rogaine
I've come a long way since a sad addict
But still not as good at happiness as packing bowls in traffic
I'm a sick bastard, lip smacker
Phantom limb
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
by sending his son, so we don't have to reap what we sow, and God knows we mess up, God knows I'm still messing up, but we can change and create
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
me, you must be gun simple son
I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli's
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Now put your mind on the matter, to call your
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
By the middle of morning we've said our goodbyes
And I've washed the wine from the water glasses
And picking the porridge off both of the bowls
That
behold ancient egyption woman
Hotep
the Southern hemisphere
Made for us by us
Even asia
2000 years to turn us into
Ancient dust
Replica after replica
My
dance
Then a Jesus stomp is a bunch of puppets waking up ants
I control such thoughts through weed butter
Subductions of sedation be like a hoe in tight
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
Ayo, Step 1
Back tf up while addressing
The best one, check son, I'm the next one
Go dust my crown & do ya dance, stick to jestin'
I stay shittin
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
the longest night
I could tap dance with poltergeist
Hold up son just hold up advice
I been working hard to beat my vices
I know what I gotta minimize
I'm
Cavity
And murder ya damn
Family
It's not a man's fantasy
I'll be glad when ya bleed
And dance, blessed for ya screams
Mad from stress and the Insanity
I'm willing to eat
Another day go by, and we'll see the sun
From dust we came, to dust we become, to lust we became
From love we came from
Ya done
spears upon your head
Staring at this desolated tundra
Breathing dust and shrouded by its umbra
With seeping blood in our eyes
And the bones of the dove
will become dust. Star dust.
Yes, your surrounding will be saddened by this tragic event.
But life for you has ended, so just accept it and follow me …
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