Lyrics:
We're coming up in the morning air
We'll cross the bridge just when we get there
I don't care what comes any trick that fate can bring
We'll take on any
for days
Stealing the plate
All my niggas eating well, wood grain in the cell
No sleep, shit is hell
Bored, fuck it, oh well
I might've dashed
consequences
I know you mean well but I don't always listen
You can't be saved by the way that you're living
I know you want to live in the land of the free
In
love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when I'm killin' cluckers busta
believing in the
Cold law, steel claw
Try to get on board you find the lock is on the door
Well I say no way, no way
Don't try to keep me out
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
dying
We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory
When the sun is dying
Our trees will billow in dunes
When the sun is dying
We'll wade around
can't take no part me
Granted
I'm led only by the spirit though
Bear my cross and I'm wit' it though
Step by step till the trumpet blow
Place my faith in
a molotov, killed the bottle
Mazel tov
Liquor before liquor, never been sicker
Coyote trickster, archetypal nigga
The kid stays in the picture
World spinnin',
thing we left our names under the bridge while we had the chance
Well Mike has gone dark and Brit says Jude's wrong
But hey my family time and Zoom skills
You don't like that
Hey
Ay
Hey, hey ey (well it's not about me, it's about you)
Oz on the beat, yeah!
I think that we should talk about you
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
""Sit by my
a twister
Made by the king
Approach me as the victor
I study the lines
I be spreading the scriptures
I cannot be poising my soul with liquor
I'm far from
see my heart was shown
Always sippin' liquor, never really on Patron
Our generation, fucked, you know we always on our phone
Greece taught me a lot,
stood in line and left my name
took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
said they'd let me know
I put in my
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
Keep ha on da pole but still told her to pipe
Down
We I say do it i mean dat shit right
Now
I check da mike she just check wen my mike out
the problems that will bind us
To the ties that won't unfold
As we cross those bridges and boundaries
To where we'll never know
So you hope that I won't let you
Papa's Liquor Tore
Papa's liquor tore
And the bible black
Mama's in the kitchen
By the stow
With a cold
Papa's gotta gun
Mama's in the shed
Ain't
Papa's Liquor Tore
Papa's liquor tore
And the bible black
Mama's in the kitchen
By the stow
With a cold
Papa's gotta gun
Mama's in the shed
Ain't
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
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