Lyrics:
They got fries from the street
I just sprayed on lotion for the beams
Had to pour out salt when I lean
I'm surrounded by some fiends
With whom I
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
your man
Take my love with a grain of sand
I meant to say salt, but my brain said "nope"
Imma dive in the pussy like I'm off the top rope
Like Reggie
that it's always our fault
But everything we say is taken with a grain of salt
Man, it's always the same, if we talk or complain
We only want to upset
McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath
Cobblestone mountain it was made by hand
From the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man
Cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand
From the magic
Lift the scab off the sore
Rub another lump of salt in the wound
Word is out that you're
Gonna get reasonable soon
Guess a man is no man
If he
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
Riding solo dolo
Whipping like I'm
Zorro
Humble man but my
Diamonds like to
Showboat
Sipping mo mo
Going loco like a
Cholo
Business man
But I'm
Durry La
Man, fuck that old ass song, bruh
I don't think you know how serious this shit is right now, bruh
This my last song ever
No one is safe,
Birds of a feather flock together and you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a 28 by 36
Man this shit is for
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
More prisons so these correctionals ain't
For rehabilitation
They for grossing
Inna dung a Salt Spring
Nuh diss nuh rass man
Bwoy blood will run and full up a bath pan
Shabba with the matic, Dutch wid the clutch1
Two buss ina
Detained to act as adult
No more sense for a blessed hub
My wounds full of salt
But by the time I untangled
My life with simple action
All I can tell you is
cursive, But
All becomes ashes in your mouth
Strangle, stifle, by your own breath
Prosper, the embers, while extend their praise
Enslaved by your hunger
I woke up at seventeen and lost myself
Swept up by a hurricane to a distant land
I didn’t know who I was or where I was at
I just wanted to go home I
your salt,
my open wounds, here's your salt.
I got new scars
they're carved by your
by your healing light.
You know I'm condemned to shake
with
and twisting they lips mad
Had him leaking and shit he was pissed man
That's yo hoe why she pregnant by this man
Dude was breaking her off like a thin strand
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
crawl
Selling me water by the river, they don't speak for me at all
The man about the town
The beauty queen, the paragon of civilization
But shadows
Blind man ask me forgiveness
I won't deny myself
Disrespect you have given
Your suffering's my wealth
I feed off pain, force fed to love it
And now I
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting
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