Lyrics:
this
Talking and voices are familier to me
At a distince but as
They become closer they grow in
Clarity speakin about buring me
With my headstone to mark
themselves with fig leaves in the garden of Eden.
They tried covering themselves because in Sin that's what we do.
We miss the mark of God and then exclude God
be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can
So cool, so high?
Only believers in death will die
[Chorus]
Cooler than cool
Higher than high
Colder than cold
Death will die
When we're
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
But I got the plans
Walk in
The club and
I’m throwing
Some bands
Niggas want war
We ain’t throwin
No hands
I don’t give a fuck
Bout who is
quite like me
Isn't that Presumably
What it is they say you're looking for
Ballad singer with a guitar
Okay so guitar was the part I got wrong
your rig, you ride so cool, like a singer in a club on a bar stool
In the row where we threw seeds in the spring brand new
If not you, who will pick
for six days straight (gross)
And still all these bitches will get in position
'Cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint (woo)
Somehow, I'm
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
From poisonous whispers in the mist-filled alleyways of Akinvar
You've heard tempting word of a life-force that will never stop
If you could just tap
praying he's alive then
As she gets there, Jaden's crying in the street
Police are trying to stop him but he's blinded by his grief
And while Jaden
purpose i found beyond the trees
I was blinded by the light but now i can see
The mark is a blessing, the void will set us free
Nothingness is bliss
Every
hand
They wanna hop on my wave (Yeah!)
Doping her man in a cave (Alright)
We never forgot just forgave (Straight up)
My legacy I will engrave
Popping
bitch, you know what I'm saying
Keep your mouth closed in this bitch, you know what I'm saying
Cuz we will step on your shit
Yea yea
Yessir that's hard
the door
Let's be indiscreet
Let's be the flesh and the sweat on the sheets
Let's fill the darkness with passion and grace
Let's leave a mark that will
and play
No I won't give you reasons so don't ask why
Guess all they found were some marks in the sand
A message saying 'She is mine'
Nobody touched
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be RIP once your ass caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day,
DON'T PAY ME IN HOMAGE, PAY ME IN DOLLARS
GOT ADVICE FROM UNCLE ROC TO FOCUS ON MY POCKETS
N*GGAS ARE PETTY, WATCH EM
I CAN TELL BY THE POSTURE IF NIGGAS
Fade in obscurity
Bounded by this scheme
So you think the world can change
Do you feel like I do
Bring new light into this age
Still their eyes will
Mark my words
I'm bedridden here locked outside of my faith
Incurable captured by time
You're the reason I'm feeling so deranged
I will stay here
aura it dance
I need the cash in advance
I cannot fuck up my chance
I am in the love in the bands
This newly wed this a romance
Baby just ghost ride I’m
Whiskey in angry eyes
Won't bid my clichés goodbye
Have you touched the marks you left on me?
Painted in sobriety
I cover 'em up with some
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