Lyrics:
than the sea where the conscience is
Holy water falling from my eyes as I'm running through the mud
I be asking God for help but sometimes ain't nobody
the media by sending out
Fraudulent misinformation the reason why I'm
Always so extremely fed up is because of the
Current state of the country i'm
Certain
night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's
slip's when I lose all that's been honed
Tension has built; there's no muse left to postpone
The clock only ticks when I move up the time zone
I'll make
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
keeps running
Slow and methodic like a chest piece on the board
Ready to sail ship all aboard
No time for applause
Game time my movements go describe
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
will hear em out
Two still stand, one of em is in the ground
One makes cuts, the other creates sounds
Father and a son that's a team unmatched
Take time
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
mixed with GI Joe
The outcome is Mask with the storyline to go
Led by Matt Tracker, trust he's got a plan
With the Mobile Armored Strike Kommand
VENOM in
convincing
"I've been in a cave the whole time I've been drooling
A costly muse, then again that was the point...
A blip, it's light, I've found my way out!
I
New African Sound
I'm on a runaway, running from fears, running from tears, I cannot get away, fighting my
Demons, I cannot believe it
I'm
still In clay jars
And I can't help but look to the future
And think that this whole world is ours
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26
09
Its been long time
Its been a long shine
And if
had to become my own muse
Diamonds aren't for everyone
It is what it is
Já não vale a pena
Bye bitch
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
moving
Continually moving
Lens iris focus on your fall
Everything you do is seen by all
Should we ask ourselves the question?
Are we running out of time
you're running out of time
Keep on fighting in the meantime
Non-stop
Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony
And nowhere is
get on my grind
When I bought the AP, I done ran out of time
Got me some money, I’m cbg
Now I’m smoking on cbd
Made me rich, selling dvd’s
Passing her
one, that is wholesome
Yeah
I’m linking up some complex words like I’m a rhyming king
I’m running out of ink, but thoughts becoming big
I spend
While you're out there running free?
The pain of us is killing me
Do you know I'm suffering
I was the queen of drama
And you're Mr. Moving on
Maybe it's
on me time for all that cash we wasted
Books and housing fees
I'm feeling old at twenty three
I'm weirded out by young ass hoes
They never seen a dvd
My
many sins
I'm running out
Somebody send
Me a well for the drought
See, all I know, is taking notes
On taking this life for granted
Granted, if he
stealer
Death dealer
None realer
DVD:
Resurfaced
Kill the king
And all his servants
It's the
Young serpent
Out the bible
And these sermons
I could
a bit of pleasure
There's no time for little leisures, the joy is found in these measures
I wrote my heart in some letters, they're cosigned by
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