Lyrics:
She a real bad girl that belongs to the street
She'll be singing my song by the end of the week
She got like, white toes
White nose
Tight pussy
Foreign
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
to it when it hits
Now I'm blinded by the things that
I just never thought would break
And all I can hear
Is this white noise
I guess I'll sleep when
give up.
White noise. In the air. Buried in the layers. Disarmed by the sound of the signal that I found.
This is the rescue
Then the warnings
shit at ya homeboy
We don't break nothing up
Come get the whole joint
Six hundred horses
That bitch don't make no noise
Hopping out shit
Just got kitted
the only great white
Body look like a canvas skin is
Covered with tats and my
Chucks are always the classics look
Like I'm in the past turn the noise up
100
Openin' that door stages then the lights came
Went to Mexico, met a plug, then my life changed
And I was on vacation
Never was with waitin'
Always been
Yeah
I'm sitting here looking out the window at the clouds
Fluffy and white but we all know how they can be loud
Yeah
We're the same ya know
Yeah
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
I’m faced with a pain that won’t subside
Distracted by the voice inside
Am I’m just fading away into the white noise
The pressure’s building and rising
that, they wanna leave me dead in the ground
And have the nerve to blame it all on my background
Sorry white Amerikkka but I'm about to black out
Got
to hear You clearer
You're breaking me through this interference
Give me a lifeline
You're pulling me through this white noise
In my moment of reckoning
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
marijuana, that's cheap vacation, my everyday, shit, every night, shit, every day, shit
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
All by night, been ready for you all by
your lovely feast, only to eat it up
Now we suppin'
I just mind mine, abide by
My own rules, guidelines
Blueprints, white lines
Drove through,
shaking
these lands are forsaken by Caucasians
supply and demand money making hail Satan
White bricks White House
Big Flakes no doubt
Peruvian Bird
black or white
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
It's black, it's white
It's tough for them to get by
It's black, it's
where my life changed in a day
And then it changed back
Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
I do my best to synthesize the sounds
where my life changed in a day
And then it changed back
Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
I do my best to synthesize the sounds
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
Put em up, put em up, make noise
Time to separate the men from the boys
Just another wannabe imitation
Just another playpen full of toys
Everywhere
on
Like a festival gyal with her summer shades on
My yard her vacation
She be feeling amazing pure relaxation
She left the uk for a taste of Jamaican
Now I
get little noise made in here for my Mother?
Three boys by herself. Beat hunger, Carcinoma.
Some noise made here for my Father?
Brought his chin up,
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