Lyrics:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
comes to the world
You come to my world
My soul has flowers
Clouds going
Everywhere blossoming
Pink, green, white, yellow, red, blue
My smile is shining
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
(Yeah) Going home, (Going home), Going home
This world (I'm going home)
Is not my home (I'm going home)
One of these days (I'm going home)
The doctor
rights)
Just let me get uuuuuuup
(All the wealth you make is taken)
(Take back our rights?)
(By exploiting parasites)
Ooh oooh
Awaken
Workers of the world
South Memphis bitch
(32x)
Verse 1: Lord Infamous/Scarecrow
Now it is time to get rough wid the drama
Bit-ches you can not escape from the hun-ter
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
must I have this feeling
[samen]
Why did she leave my life
[jim]
why did she have other thoughts
[samen]
there is nothing better than this feeling
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
the one that did do that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my
that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my mother, my
(Ride, ride, ride)
Into this house we're born (Into this house we're born)
Into this world we're thrown (Into this world we're thrown)
Like a dog without
person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real
It's not hard
To be a bard
to represent me (say what?)
President Barack Obama he represents me
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine,
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
the well whiskey is Jim Beam
I've got enough to cover my friend and me
That's how I'll spend my 6 dollar check, alright
Now I'm not sure if anybody works
the well whiskey is Jim Beam
I've got enough to cover my friend and me
That's how I'll spend my 6 dollar check, alright
Now I'm not sure if anybody works
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is
it
This is why you focusin' mostly upon my my own shit.
I told you I'm not the culprit I'm the only one you notice
Walking across the ocean
Paparazzi save me
They frame me to claim me
This game is really my baby
I do it for the fame
I do it for the fame B
They say I'm not the same
This game
proud that her eyes stay teary
Made it out, everything next just cherries
Y'all see my life, like I'm played by Jim Carrey
Proud to be here, cause it used
the trainin camp I drive past V.I.N.
It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billin
More sacrifices, create better livin
My darts came to save the world like
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