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can chill for the next four days
We docked at the Bahamas, you lookin so exotic
Got You tannin by the beach at peace, and lookin all hypnotic
Thank God
with my demons
The flame of addiction
It consumed my battered soul
But then I glimpsed a different fire
Not in the bottom of a glass
Or rolled-up bills
you tonight right by side hop outside and we slide out
She said ou you got a Maybach, Wow
Less than a week and she making her way back, Wow
I'm just
a player by the nookie
10s, 20s, 50s
Got that hundred dollar bill nookie
Make a player cheat nookie
Nut it then I skeet nookie
Sexin' so good
I'm movin' in
Grace was Jack's darlin' lovin sweety
The thought of her could still paralyze him now
And a cold wind brought him back again
Back to where it all
a lantern
Jack o lantern frequency is combined
I catapulted the culture
This type of aesthetic, is hard to come by
This shit is so rеtarded
It's labeled
deal with
It's like you gave up hope and did away with your ambition
I can't afford distractions
Bad enough that I got bills to pay
And I don't think
Pay the bills and give the kids a bath
All my life, I’ve been grinding that stone, wanna slip away with you all alone
The band’s packed up, there’s
the friendly skies
seems like everybody's dying
no one left to ask who first saw the fire
we're all flying by wire who has control
was bill gates ever a pilot
Blink-182's pumping through my stereo
Catching cartoons every Saturday
Never thought everything would change
Then all at once twenty years flew by
Watched
she's tired of drying tears
She packed up her stuff le tsa ngwana
Ena o ikela makhaya I'm like fresh out of ideas
I mean I tried couples therapy I tried
Well I wanna be a school bus driver
And drive all over the world
And if you would like
Well you could ride with me
And we could live on the road
Well I work all week, the wife does too
She get's a perm, I buy a brew
We stock the fridge and pay the bills
We don't get too many frills
But we
up the pre-vo last year
We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo
Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey!)
Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it
still fall, yeah, I still fall
Medusa head, cutted off all her purses
Perseus led, still couldn't rid these curses
Underworld snakes, sly on the ground,
Calm yourself, fighters, calm down
Do you rip up dollar bills when no one's around?
Swore the semi-century would suffer no hunger of sound
Fill
a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
Till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with
the world hemmed up my daddy should've named me tailor
I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
The true, lyrical O.G., shine's
try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!
[Verse 3:
to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
layer stack, with your bill fold fat
Now you own the place
Number one every summer, never runner up
'cause you always up one (one)
Don't try to calculate
Martha
Stewart and Bill Cosby and Bob Barker
The crew is Culture VI and type bonkers
Juganot tougher than Tonka the monster
Eatin' the tracks alive divide
pissed
I dropped out since we last spoke (what!?)
Commisary, so it sucks son, we all grown up
Fa sho, growin' up was tough more drugs then luck
Fuck
Glued to the phone to see what he can cop
Too many pills wondering why his heart hasn't stopped
Beating up his body how far can he go?
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