Lyrics:
When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts sweatpants
White noise blue jeans
Writing letters to old friends
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
disturb, working on my Mixtape, yeah
All black puffer on some grizzly shit
I barely slip, I'm fully equipped, you Skip
Merrily merrily in your house by
you're to blame
Ruled by your bitter creeds
An ordered mind, my constitution
Left me on my own
Aggravating your solution
Running blood from stone
them packs
In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum
Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up
Always online stay connected like a modem
He tryna' snap
second class citizens
Not listed in the system not existin' in a sense
Illegal immigrants
The word left a bitter sin
This place is cold and evil, I should
Molded, measured, and left alone
Rip out your anger, replace it with languor
Then levied, emptied, and turned to stone
Rip out your passion, replace it with
You put a bullet in my head
Turned black thoughts to red
This could all end in tragedy
I dream of your death
Lay you down to rest
I won't look
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
Under the moonlight,
bitter falls a tear
over the face of memories.
Oh, shining blade!
Cut my flesh,
so that be the Sacred Fire
nourished by my vital
All black leather
Pretty bitter weather
Getting off a saddle
Like goons in a battle
Life's getting darker
Knives getting sharper
Aims like a Marshall
In the autumn of our summer years
Black coffee and yellow tea
And the bitter dregs leaking through our teeth
Half a thought and half a memory
Half
be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?
Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you
Till I see my name stone
Blessed are the dead
A white horse on the bowels of death
A red war horse to end all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
Sitting in school
Pooja's cool
I know that
That is my flow
Black Water Tower
I see the boat
Hop in the moat
Roll on the float
Pulling me up
Just like some
Black clouds hang down the face of the little girl with damaged grace
Reaching out for sanctuary
Beneath the stones and dusty bones words are falling
Paid twenty grand just to get every stone set
Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit
Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (Blaow)
He walked, a dark and bitter man, face ever set against the wind
Leather coat, collar upturned, lip twisted in a scowl
Sun-set silhouette, ragged
forever ain't no end of me
I love money ima get it jus by any means
Cargo pants, yea this guap can't fit in skinny jeans
Jesus piece on my chest for
and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately
and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
more
Thats how the night started
And probably by the nights end
Niggaz was drinking retarded
Fuckin wit hennessy mixin that seagrams gin
Roach motel
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