Lyrics:
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how did they get to be so dumb,
Bred on purple mountain range,
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser
Like a bird from these prison walls I'll fly
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be
wanted to call to let you know how proud I am
Sweetie, this album is amazing
I have never imagined that God would bless you so much
As he is going
the chopper R.I.P Kobe
And I don't trust none of you niggas I'm by my lonely
And I'll park a nigga and that's no relation to Tony
I know I say every album is my
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
I'll recall
You from Jordan and Hermon's land, from Mizar's Hill
Deep calls to deep at your waterfalls' roar
All your breaking waves crashing up over me
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
wait
I'm an artist live breathe taste it album mode no breaks
To God second
Free Methodist?
Told em on the way
Holy smokes the Holy Ghost no Scooby
ain't been eatin' your vittles boy
"But now, your dinner is due
"So if you're really God's son, then turn these stones
To bread and I'll butter it for
then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me
I'm worth nine hundred God damn I spent a hundred
But that's rap money, when trappin that cash nothin
I'm internet surfin', tourin' grillin'
the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance
Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
First thing first that'll be in church
While they sing gospel hymns
That's when I'm dead & gone
I run this shit like I'm jerry Jones
Yes I got taylor port
Driving While Black that's the label and the team
Do it independent like Lil Boosie
From the same city as August Wilson
I got two trains running and I'll
play then you lay
You don't wanna do that
Whole year I was dropping
Now I'm running it back
One album ten singles
All riddled with facts
I was buying up
God will control that
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see
and a sound
Particles move apart and atoms make stars
Dust from matter galaxies it's all around
But when man sees Air Land and Sea he calls it God
Make fire
from on high
So let us keep in touch with Jesus
And in his grace the love of God
That we may be ever called ready
When he calls us over Jordan's tide
Now
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I can't do no love letters
I love cheddar
Don't fuck with Jerry
Big dreams small town
Straight from Waterbury
Lotta slaughter it get scary
Momma
lately I've been depressed //I'll admit it honest shit is do I have a limit
yes// my limit is Limitless// been a threat//
Curse be tryna bend a God I been
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