Lyrics:
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
've chosen to focus
So rock the boat in the ocean because you know that you're potent
And now your torso is frozen because you know that it's closer
cry
You need the patience of a snail
Just to get by
Today the police came
And paid a visit to the slums
Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets
For
and I got released
I took it trial because I believed…
My brother got killed by police
Band gang stain gang ho !
We never blessing the beef
I wasn't getting far
Sitting by the phone for days and days
My brain full of radio waves
Take him or leave him
Cause you'll, never believe him
a nickel
Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local
I'm clearing my chest. Conflicted
Being vegan, but still loving the smell of death
Going out to eat.. Buying everything you consider poison for your
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
the radio on
And we're playin' our love song
I can't wait to take you home
And kiss you more than I deserve
If you're stickin' by you're not unheard
Because I
you've taken what's mine
Now it's cold by my side, it's cold by my side because
In the morning you'll be on your way to Georgia
Stole the love right from
wrote about mermaids and the silver in the moon
I read those poems late at night with FM 98 WJLB
Hip-hop and R&B grooving through the radio
Turned down
around me
Often I would catch em frowning
Because who wants to hear about your pain
When you translate so viscerally to a page
Allegories and similes full
to a bottomless pit of insecurity
You may be plastic because you never meditate
about the bottom of glasses, The third side of your universe
Add on Alice
the fuckin Monsters
Call me Momentum because I Got is the burning tire traction
Wait hold it with a fraction if You might as well just back it
And I will just
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude
We miss you
gimme a hand
And say those words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't
You helped me go on the radio
By saying
that mean it isn't real
So I'll roll the credits
Wonder if you ever knew
It's my favorite edit
And it's all because of you
But what goods waiting when
breathless of the weirdos
The sun don't shine
And my uncle once tried to take me by the sea side
But my father said no because his car windows were posted with
ridin' 4th gear
Til' them wheels come undone
Cold beer on that console
Got The Possum on the radio
Got stopped across the state line
By the highway patrol
the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude
We miss you
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But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
vote Such is the Duality of the
Southern Thing And George Wallace died back in
'98 and he's in Hell now, not because he's a
Racist His track record
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