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Gotta get away from here
Take that car and push that gear
He don't need no one
He's the rising sun
He won't shed no tears
Got no time
grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape
Fight
Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag's rising, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my
keep rockin' and the base'll hum
Get down fuk'n Embassy Number 1
I came round your house, to borrow some towels
I smoked a John Player and it loosened
Twisted
Motivated by Greed they didn't want us to read,
They cut our bodies in half and spit on our seed.
In the 1640's John Punch Got Life,
He couldn't
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
a twister full of pain
hypnotizing as the sun is rising
sugar in our veins
I can't keep my eyes to myself
I can't keep my eyes to myself
In the blue
Soooooo highhhh
Watch the sun rise
Watch it go byyyy
One of those nights
Where it goes by
Fast never know whyyyyy
We just gotta run run run
This shit
the rising of the sun
Shadows on the walls I find
Your mind plays tricks inside this house
The light is low on the path at night
But the world still turns when
and everybody's rising sun goes down
We all just moved away, once in a while we get back together
We're still friends, from way back then
Those were some crazy
return im going in
You see me rising like the sun im lighting up the dim
Im bustin flows just like a bubble you cannot pop this
The d o double g don't
You left, early morning
With the rising of the sun
I've felt for a while now
That something's come undone
The trains go all night
Maybe you'll
While the night is still young
Imma have some fun
Imma light another blunt
With the rising sun
Imma triumph an overcome anything that I want
Mix
Traffic's got me aggravated
Driving down the 101
And I don't give a damn about anyone
Skyscraper lights become visible
Underneath the rising sun
clouds
Rainbows and rays of sun kissing the (my) tears on my face they running down (dream)
I manage to remember it ain't all a dream, rising five, hands
it to the test
One man rising up on the backs of the rest
On the backs of his family, all the duds and the Does
'Til the sun melts his wings
fantasies when I
love,
love being in the middle of nothing
'cause nothing is the crowd
I'm waiting the life to come at my ( house )
I've just opened
the clouds, for nothing else remains,
Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze,
At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun
stinks of ham
Or in your hiding place behind the janitor's house
Where you wait out another break time
This permafrost existence forms a habit for life
Red sun's fallin'
Pretty thing's callin'
Wants to meet up and maybe crack a tall one or two
Little county road rendezvous
Say, "I'm 'bout to head
to the clouds)
For nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun
I
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here
we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out
come on yo)
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly
Just wingin' over things and nothin' deep inside
Nothin' going, going wild in you, you know
You're slowin' by
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
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