Lyrics:
when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing [?] blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until
to live with (Uh)
Thinking bout my past give me sickness
Lord have mercy I'm a sinning man
Picking up my old habit's once again
Still taking criticism from
face
I loss my voice
That was my heart
That was my soul that I poured into music
Yet I was still blessed in so many ways
It took me years to let this go
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
food that
Is really really trash
I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage
Live performance of PILOT
I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses
locked up and he cant leave
Lord help me help me please why cause mann
I GOT SOME OLD ME IN ME
Trying live right, trying do better
You know be a family
in here busy looking for the next top model
Who's wearing something new and something old
And something borrowed
I know this crazy life can be
Oh, it's round two, ain't it
Hold up, yella
Hold up
It's Towerz
Swisha house, yella
It's Royal Towerz
Oh, man, we at TV Johnny this time, nigga
My
wanna figure this out
We still kid's homie and you should know this bigger than now
He said naw man I really wanna finish this now
But in time I got both
tired of waiting
I'm just gonna kick the door in
How can we make a change
If no one is moving
This world we live in, is not improving
I'm a person,
of audio
I carry on listen I carry on tradition
I take a toothbrush to old
Kicks and pairs'll glisten
So fuck this place and a staircase to sit in
In a city
Or be a victim of another nigga getting it in when on his missio
So I’ma spend this money till I’m satisfied
I know it ain’t real, but I still fantasize
on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my
foot down
Intercepting these hoes when I touch down
Im back in this bih
The way that this money
Moving be a glitch
The way that this money moving be
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
CRASHING AT THE PRINCIPAL HOUSE
WE STILL GET THE BAGS IN, YOU JUST GOTTA PAY MORE IF YOU WANNA LAST IN THE DROUGHT
HIS CUZ CROSSED 'EM LIKE KYRIE IRVING,
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
not a zombie plagued with sickness
I'm just a mess and you know how to fix this
If this is love we can figure it all out
In this old haunted house
I've
the Evans
I should have listen to the Reverend, now I drain my pain in this 40 ounce
And these born ass records, disrespectin' your house
Livin' reckless,
this
House of Lords chamber is one of the most
Impressively the House of Lords also has a public gallery
when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing [?] blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until
to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo
to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo
to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo
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