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or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
called
Decide if you fall
Or have to wear a thought or
Break a side of the law and fight for yours
We a hundred deep
Don't give a fuck 'bout your capacity
Boris! Meet your maker!
Ha, I'll tell you later
It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator
Must have been dreaming to think we'd make
We put her living in the tomb!
But I dared not, I dared not speak!
Yes, have I not heard her footsteps on the stair?
Yes, do I not
we're all in here but bro don't listen
Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo
This a Soulo bizard, hold up
Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?
tired of feelin' that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we goin' make it
Oh
The world famous
humans
We got free will
See the angels gotta do exactly what
God want 'em to do
God is still with you, even when we don't do
So, follow the path, follow
lust
Until she cums, from morning till dusk but I don't have regrets
Cause I am in love with an angel
I know that your essence came straight from
And we're not taking you with us ''cause you don't have that high and lonesome sound that bluegrass music requires.' Well, I'm not one to fight failure.
I
euphoria
Blessed by the Gods of sex and funk
We ascend to the skies in glory. I-
Want you to take a dose of me
Feel the rush of pain and ecstasy
Put
Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Hit the gas can't pull up by a church we in a demon
Hop out palm angels I ain't made a hit but I got remix
Stop tripping about them bitches two
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Mary Jane she gets me high
Mary Jane she gets me by
I love to smoke man I get so high
When I die ima be so high
When I die ima be so high
When I die
composition be my prophecy
I hope it's heard
My only fear of death, is reincarnation
I use my last breath
To reach the whole nation
How can they call me
back to save us
It's too late for us, us, we don't give a fuck, fuck
We're feeling alive
We're feeling alive
Halos and angels won't come back to save
a lot of words that have tickled many ears
That's why I praise God for the Word that we adhere
The Word became flesh, lived for thirty years
Died at 33,
and how you Cant begin
Without the first one
And i'm that one have you heard of this
How crazy and absurd but lovely it is
To fall as an angel into
we're all in here but bro don't listen
Have a seat, picture this, picture this photo
This a Soulo bizard, hold up
Is it because he 'bout to get smoked?
the hope if we don't have the heart.
'Cause we've tossed in the gale of a moral decline
As we drink from the grail of society's wine
But
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
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