Lyrics:
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
dancing on my neck
Stare too long and I'mma leave you like Ray Charles
Man I'm feeling like Mike puffing Gurkha cigars
Sold out shows full of MILFs man I
that I'll make all these bitches frown
Too legit she been the shit you know that all that dookie brown
I feel like they Ray Charles swear that they can't
is in my mind
Do you like tonight?
Harvest Moon is rising
Charles Lindbergh at my side
We made miles by morning light
Taking back all that was ours
evident so
Keep black windows with masked niggas that never miss, boy
Charles Manson to celebrate it, somebody save us
Dr. Sebi was really curing what
Spike
Miss Chocolate, Miss Brown, Miss Black
Miss Long Legs, hey I'm ready to wrap
Can't do that
A vision of the deep, dark soul of home
And claimin'
"Well, actually, Dwight, I'd recommend having your mother killed by one. After that happened I developed a rather keen interest in the subject, you know?"
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
Yo hoe on my dick she hit the Charlie Brown dancin'
Bitch I kill shit but don't call me Charles Manson
You can't kill me, you can't even understand
be all right
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. Haze
And I just want you back by my side
I spent four
friends and shit
Textin' back and forth on later evenings
By the end of it
I knew the things that made you tick
The Reasons why you love to kiss
Some
harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
all right
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. Haze
And I just want you back by my side
I spent four
Smoke these crops and I'm out the door
Chug some rock, but I sip Patron
Hit that spot till you lose control
You died? I'll go out alone
Bitch, you must be
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
crispy
So all the beef could miss me
I just wanted a quickie
Ain’t got no time to chill
You ain’t no Beyonce
And I ain’t paying your bills
I ain’t
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will
to the barroom he staggered
Fell down by the door
The very last words that he uttered
I'll never get drunk anymore
(chorus)
Willie my darlin' I love you
straightly
Where the fuck are you I'm so drunk I'll call you my baby
I still miss you, when I'm drunk and I'm by my lonesome
I think of you, i think of us, I
Onani manje, nili neka
Sini za ka mi ibala
You left me all by myself I'm lonely,
Now all I have is a dream,
I know it wasn't your fault so I'll hold
You're tuned into
BROWN DOWN & DANGEROUS
This is what I been thru
Introducing the lifestyle that made me crazy
What's crackin homie! its Maldito
seen it all
I wish I was Ray Charles
Everybody know that yeah I miss my bestie
Your momma said you was pregnant
I wish you could've kept it
And everybody
That'll make you black out in the body when your girl will miss you
You already know I spit and I don't need no melanin, too
If you don't believe me, then
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