Lyrics:
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
be any virtue
If there be any praise
Think on these things
For he is not a God of the dead
But of the living: for all live unto him
From now on I
neo mezikto Weird
Malk tanta ugly khu f7al bird
Makanbansh cute kanbghi nban bad
Kitmezkoli l walking dead
La3ejbak hadshi khud top-line
Wgolom sat
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
to Shiva.
His pleasing ways endeared him to his teachers.
The boy was liked by one and all.
He was thus spending his days very happily.
Delighting
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
and weep
You'll see the walking dead, nothing like trick or treat
What ever you sow, just know that you will reap
Heaven is your home, not the place that's
halls are empty of life
No servants for the lord of this hall
He lives alone in this nest of fog
And takes his pray by the light of day
A maze
tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
One day he walked out his room and said he saw a pillar a cloud coming out
Ooohhhh I don't believe in wu I don't believe in ghost face killah's
But I
bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set
And in
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
lies
Buy into Christ, he waits on you dead, sin for the father again and again
Falter, diminished, salvation, enslaved, to hell with God and to all
changing, re-arranging he pattern of our lives.
So let your heart stop beating beneath this twisted sky."
They were embraced by sadness, but not afraid
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
mean by that is, there's this um
There's this James Baldwin interview
Where he is discussing
When he was writing Native Son
How he was growing up
the beloved whom you accompanied.
3. I am like a un person chased by a hyena..
4. He survived and doesn't even trust his son anymore.
5. Like
little two cent man
My little advice
His what I think man
Can he make sure that this government
Operates twenty four seven
You know
Just to speed up
bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique hate our shit
Hate the firm album and the see N N clique
He said he
stopped making brands a long time ago
I can't call him my slave
No sir, he's not your slave
What about indentured servant
No sir
What if we were in England
bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
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