Lyrics:
sight,
sun bleeds on the bricks,
and brings forth the night,
the red saranade,
give shade to backstreets,
heads adjust the EQ,
for the bass in they jeeps,
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
up
Its yo life live it up girl tonight we going up
You only live once so make the best of it
Party till the sun come out its refreshments and shit
the dick
Hopping on that shit she lookin' like a fuckin addict
Put her in the attic, she was hiding for a couple months
You already know she out there, only
fight about it
Ain’t Nothing new under the sun
I live in a nation that would rather think
My cellphone is a
Gun
Then come say what’s done is done
Lord
nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
you lost tossed in confusion, saw an illusion
Of the car that started cruisin'
Actual day mathematics were raised to his attic
What's the weight
ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I
The police force needs to be reformed
How can one man be killed by 4 devils in a uniform
They had us on choke hold
Squeezed out our last breath
Seemed like
I was in the ceiling pulling wires out my back
I was by the sea with a black bag trash bag
You couldn't understand it even if I brought you back
I
bummy, hair hella matted
I came from apartments
What the fuck is a attic
Twelves on my feet
But they can't catch me in traffic
Pending cases out of town
i shoot my cannon
Smart like I'm newton but thrown like I'm Cameron
Frankly y'all hide the truth actin like Annie
When In the attic
Man im so black
Listen
AK automatic, bullets in the attic
Strappin' like a Seal, but you fuckin' live in Dallas
We don’t understand it, no one's diplomatic
America
I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Top Forbes,
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
strings to get attached (oh yes)
Black diamonds are the hardest ones
The thought of it just gets me rough
As they tell in the tribe of the old sage
No
about fundin' and and more about fun
Tropical sun, that's life in the '60s comin' from the Caribbean
You know Ian, Delroy, Vivian, Winston
Who got
tongue hun
Skin looking like you're from where the sun's from
Baby girl it's trip out here
For a black girl you gotta have your wits out here
Annie baby
deal that's never comin' like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn
So follow your father like
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
of the 12 tribes
Israelite vibes
Only Canaan you know about was burned in a fire but came out alive
Misfit don't bleed how u bleed,these fools not in my
is so slim
Fuck a bad bitch in the attic no kid
Talking my shit you can't do what I did
I'm going platinum every life that I live
I was getting head in
levels look stupid
I'll bust out these bars like el chapo leaving prison
Don't drop the soap after working in the kitchen
Wait listen, don't skip it,
get caught up in appearance
It's Outkast, Aquemini another Black experience
Okay
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often
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