Lyrics:
Used to play ball with bare feet
Now we just takin' it easy
cll of my niggas Swahili
No we don't fuck with Polisi
Yeah, Third World Baby
Yeah, Third
Bunch of misfits like a TV trope
In a school funded by the state
Where
I just study all day, I just study all day
I just I just
I just study all day, I
hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast! Don't panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame
hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly
believe, believe you live I believe, I believe, believe you die
But on the third day you rise, you rise
On your throne in my heart you feed in
Even in death
So I brought you here today because I
I have something I would like to ask you
This might sound a little silly
But um, would you be my Bunny Senpai
I
years old when I had my first boy
The recession came can’t by no toys
Can’t take him to the park
Cause I’m locked behind bars
Stomach on growl
I
reaching new heights
Your third movie died, guess You Only Live Twice
Spell my name, the ladies wanna B-on-D
Any sex appeal you might have is beyond me
I'm
witnessed
Malibu's forgiveness
The West Coast is my heaven
Third eye rebellion
Chasing dreams I witnessed
Malibu's Forgiveness
At top speed
Surfin
She got me seeing out my third eye when I'm in her stomach
Soon as I put on my bird's eye, love is all I wanted
No longer crippled by pride, only
the pond
The bells ring, I'm awakened by a bright beam
Calls for my return, uncontained, not a sight seen
Vision clear, third eye open, like a fight scene
it it's my third drink
I got all this stress can free me?
If I give you my shoes you'll understand me
Spend a day in my mind wonderland
All this bad
won't thaw, and it won't melt
Your hope of healing days are lost
I'll never forget how it felt
To walk by with a touch of frost
The karma in this place is
now
I used to lead the haters out the way
I work so hard so I can pay
My rent, my bills, my everything
Day by day I work so that my sweat had to go away
running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Don't let the heat drop, let um see we moving
the physician
Then came the orders to build a stage
They hired musicians like us to play
Supposed to keep 'um on their toes all day
To drive that, that plague
She's quiet this morning, she can't say why
Sends her husband off to work with a kiss goodbye
Unlocks that old diary, turns to the third of May
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
Niggas talk more than bitches These Days
And the new drugs got a nigga trippy These Days!
Just have some fun (Got that
keep two bitches with me ain't nobody third wheeling
Since day one bitch I been solo had to mix produce and write my shit
Bitch I been through the rain
to the front,
Cabbage is second on the rail,
Beautiful Linda is third by a length,
And Feitlebaum.
Around the first turn
Stu Chan is still in front,
Cabbage
the whole route. Completely born again.
I believe on the third day Jesus, He rose from the grave.
The world thinks I'm crazy.
I am just radically saved!
on the third day
That was a Good Friday, and the day he fell was on a Thursday
The undisciplined, the ignorant, the insufficient
And the unworthy, screamin
fulfill
every demand made by her.
One day, the female Fox said
Dear,
I have a great urge for eating fish today.
That's no problem
I shall bring fish for
alive
To love and be with you
Day by day by day by day
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all in his wisdom hear
His
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