Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
When a woman acquires a certain age
And the men who adored you no longer swoon
It pays to avoid the sunlit days
And live by the light of the kindly
them black tights
Make that ass look right
Get the Gelato
Gonna go up
Kept the tabs on me
Some liquor as a chaser
Pour it up just because
Live like I
A'ight then, listen to mine
I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
the stuntin' race, top-notch paint
drip drop, flip flop, strap witta glock
[Skinhead Rob]
Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is
aint no morrows in my
a self aware maze
Opportunity presents itself
That's only for display
Dire disappointments
Keep my life in disarray
My potna zombie xaned out
Now he
prostitution
I'm not kidding, I'm sicker than Rob Zombie
You'll need cheat codes to beat me, I'm the king of Jumanji
Enter into my house of a thousand corpses,
to find me
defining what life means.
then a wino wit a walk like zombie stopped to
me wit a heinkens in dat bag by the bus stop dat passed sayin Pick ya
Yo shout out my boy A.Rob it's your boy iNTeLL in the building man
And free Palestine a thousand times
Okay live from the 215
My baby girl gone die
on me everyday
I'm like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small
everywhere watchin the show)
(Mi come to rock ya whether you're black or you're white)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by
A 15-year-old black kid'll go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigga
Hey
Hey
I here by welcome back the sunshine
And clear skies 'cause I'm done cryin'
While tears dry that were once mine
'Cause one time
I swallowed
that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots
My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots
(I love you, ma)
These canaries and black rocks,
no one
When the live niggas after you
Where you gonna run you mouth got in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tounge
You wouldn’t have
Take no shit, no bitch I ain't no pamper
Practice what you preach, on God I'm leading by example
Motherfucking golden, the magic man was chosen
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
blacks a kill blacks” and “our lives matter”, I'm only ready to ride out when it's from the latter, I'm going bout my day smooth when it's the former
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
Ain’t been no sunshine
All my Shits grey
I be drinking all the time till I’m shit faced
Try to smoke the pain away
But that shit fades
Heart full
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
Sick
Is the feeling that I get
When I flick through the channels and see another black man, boy, woman, girl
Killed by law enforcement
So ruthless
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