Lyrics:
the window at everyone
I'm riding passenger to my parasite
I'm riding passenger to my parasite
You take the wheel I'll take the shotgun let's go for a ride
You
Oscar the Second.
Steamship with 1300 passenger cap.
500 overbooked, but no one knows.
We're stuck down below.
Hoping for someone to open the door.
Awakened by the sunlight
Victimized by last light
Memories flashing through my head
Was I just born or am I dead?
Yesterday's forgotten,
Awakened by the sunlight
Victimized by last light
Memories flashing through my head
Was I just born or am I dead?
Yesterday's forgotten,
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
Young black male some see me stranded in this land of hell jail
And crack sales hustling hard faking culture all the repercussion
By busting
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
Open a book
Let’s take walk through the mind
Of a trill one
Who will come from the left real fast
Tryna kill one or two of you hoes
By just beatin’
The windows stand like mournful eyes
Huddled dreams and eager lies
Reflected early glories gold
A million fragments of lives untold
By screen they
I can't breathe, I can't breathe, oh
(Now tell me) Do you feel the rain (Uh-huh) too much pain
Bloodstains in the brain, only the strong maintain
You think it's a murder 'cause there's bloodstains on the ground
And everything you touch is so cold
It's never too late to fall on your sword
You
back road
Slidin' over real close
Speedin' by every stop sign
I had a couple beers, but man
I won't forget the way she looked that night
She was ridin'
Young nigga walkin backwards on the beat
Dese bred 11s on my feet
Got twin riding right here stick on me it's tucked in the passenger seat
Scope
and I'm pouring
That mean that I'm driving my dinner I sip what I poured
Stick in the passenger and that lil bitch got a ladder
Ironic help you to the lord
Told that hoe bust down the Grams, roll that shit up in a wood, glock on the passenger seat, fuck it i done what i should, hoe tried to slander my
carry guns
Don’t get this shit twisted (Huh)
You the type of nigga if you
Get caught by the feds (You the type)
You gon tell the whole thing just
To stay
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
reeling and rocking
The passengers were screaming with fear
For the train was being driven
By a crazy engineer
I'm driving this engine up to the moon
He
The hour is midnight and all is still
We see the stagecoach climbing up a hill
Going along a mountain trail
Carrying passengers and mail
Never suspecting
spreading bloodstains
Never surrender to those endless threats
Rise and stand as the blemished contender
Inspired by spirit and stubborn like fire
Not to be
sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door
Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk
As the crowd
you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps
Ahhh Yeah
I was rolling in my ride yea
you were on the passenger side yea
(on my side baby)
we were trying to just get by by by by by by by by
Hi
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