Lyrics:
the cycle, break the silence 3, 2, 1 she's on the ground, 3, 2, 1 she
gets a beat down every 11 days in this country a woman is murdered by her husband,
Pull up at the liquor sto' 'cause we gotta get some mo'
40's and blunts, smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
'Bout to scoop 'em up 'cause he like
smooth
Making the people move
It's like a cruise when ya take two two-twenty-twos
That's a full forty four times more than a migraine
Unexplained like
Loose lips sink ships.
Salt sips rose hips.
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing drenched by a 40
Loose lips
sink ships.
Salt sips, rose hips.
All along it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing drenched by a 40
do more than lay in the yard
To look like a Belize postcard
or a reality star
But this story's tragic
You don't turn orange by magic
You could do it
stains no shame (x4)
Yelling shit to cars that drive by
You don't care it's all fun till you die
Sure yours is a drunk but you're still on your feet
Do
J'ai le coeur meurtri, je n'ai plus de patrie
Sinon celle d'un peuple banni
D'un système où l'amour est un luxe
Seen? UB40, Nuttea
Cover up with
costs money to live for
Help life with money, the price of life
Seconds cost a dollar, minutes are forty five
Hours in the hundreds, going broke
of plastic, made out of pigs.
Why bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty?
I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being
ass
J to the A Y to the drive by to your hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, Why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas
want ya life to be through
Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare
You think Big Boy got hags, bitch you think you really care
You
than your bullshit demo
Things are risin' up like a 40 inch vertical
Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle
Flowin' out my voice like a dummy
down at the deli
He can handle the whole lunch rush on his own
(Get me a pickle)
Unbelievable
I think what we could do
Put him back there by the meat
And nothing's ever gonna be the same
one hundred forty thousand years ago
When I was a wide eyed buffalo
Sky up above breathing by
Calamity jane my oh my
heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
gone way smoother had we had more beer
Buggered off to find a grocery store
Get a 40 and some gum
Feeling lonely got a girly mag
A little gloss
the boogaloo black
And then the full split
Swingin' the ep with H2O and KMD
Comin' crazy mad looped for
The nineteen nine three
So tap the bottom of my
Forty
the ladder
Such a little boy who's
Surrounded by delusion
I'm feeling so much better
Trying to forget ya
Loving all this big space
In my new place
Time
Big dreamer, wanna wrap around the green;
Blunt wrap Leave a blood bath in my path, gotta cut grass
Let a snake in by the chin, then I cut back (pap!)
Forty years of struggle ended on an April day
Every man and woman lined up to have their say
All together for the first time, who can forget?
In that
VERSE|You could set your watch to the sure thing freight train|Everyday rolling by this pass through town|You can bet when the sunsets, them 40 hour
gotta gut em
No sign of thunder but it’s raining blood
Cover up the planet like a 40 day flood
There’s some bosses at the table
This can’t be debated
We
like a Peloton
Yeah I think that I done lost it all the dirt that I been doing finally left a stain
Now I'm forever haunted by tha ghost inside my brain
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