Lyrics:
springsteen in my anchor blue jeans
o yea im in yo city man whats up wit the weed?
man call all the g's and tell em all freeze
Andre Nickatina sayin nigga what
Crushed by adversity
But a few rise above it is
Their only positive choice they must confront
These daily fears and overcome them
Or submit to the downward
colored huе
And it's still a mix of dull reds and blues
Can you get a cluе?
The whole earth is a ticking time bomb
Hoping to get the time to go call up my
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What it do, what it do, what it do
I'm your host, DJ Azul
And I'm on 67.3, Indigo Radio
And be the 9th caller and I'm
She don't hardly mind it at all
told a few tales some short and some tall
you know how it is some rise and some fall
feel like leviathan climbing
the blues
Making sure that we remember yeah
'Cause we all matter too
If the truth has been forbidden
Then we're breaking all the rules
So come on, come
the TV and the radio
To play our tune again
It's 'bout time we got some air
Play of our version of events
There's no need to be afraid
I will sing with you
She took a double barrel twelve gauge buck shot to her alarm clock
She'll kill that George Strait baby blue with one shot.
She was a cussin'
it comes
I'll be having plaques all on my wall
Through it all, rise and fall, you know I'm standing tall
When it comes
Ima show you that I got it all
K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from
blue jeans
Kisses on your neck will put a smile on your mood ring
I plan on staying all night
With you and me just dancing in the moonlight
I see your
and blues
Ago blow like van fuse when mi tramp move
SLR, camouflage and mi timberland shoes
Confused by di sniper hand moves
Mi nuh fling big stone offa bwoy
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles,
truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by
the compulsion to become ensnared by the folly again
What is Greatness
If not finding the command to defiantly rise to your feet
Rise, rise-up high
Take
Blue for the sky and the color green
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
the mind.
Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.
Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for
the mind.
Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.
Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
So deep in this swill with the most
things in life, so simple
Let that moment rise and shine
Let it shine
Rise and shine
That's a trip of a lifetime
When you're ready to leave it all behind
springsteen in my anchor blue jeans
O yea I'm in yo city man what's up wit the weed?
Man call all the g's and tell em all freeze
Andre Nickatina sayin nigga
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Goodbye four leaf clovers.
Hello gone awry
Don't cry the fight ain't over
Unless you let it pass you by
I'm looking for a song to sing,
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