Lyrics:
Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin' to me
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body
can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh
Your body is a mess but you're blessed
With the Father, Son, Spirit
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
I don't know yo homies
16 on me no I ain't by my lonely
My ops all below me,
know you a clown why your mans try to float me
I stay in the Oey
500
to attend
I know sometime soon you and I will meet
Do you know the meaning of upside down
Time to grow up and be the clown
Prepare to say hello to little feet
in the steps left behind by my feet
I seen a lotta locked doors, I got my eye on the keys
Shawty why you text my phone if you tired of me
I ain't
a T.V.
Making bandsmen go clockwork
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman
Bareback ladies have fish"
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman
a T.V.
Making bandsmen go clockwork
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman
Bareback ladies have fish"
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
and that's one account
Same niggas ain't around yeah
Head up when I was down yeah
Smiling when I could frown yeah
I can't have smoke with no clowns yeah
Trying
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
but
What they say is "That's life"
So I guess I gotta live by that, right
Man I'm a tight man
Kickin' in some white pants
And you can leave it at that
hella killers man gotta get her out
I'm up in the trappin game we gon make a sound
I got riders but no gang they be stupid clowns
Im finna make statement
You should know the name by now man
Uh
Fuck what you heard I'm the new king in town
Yeah I put it down I don't play around
I'm smoking on a pound
to dim our lights down (clown)
Word blazin my bones, I ain't come to play (around)
Standin firm on that Gospel, you can get it right (now)
We can go at it,
Elect a clown, expect a circus
You try to look away but... can't avert it
Like stumbling on an accident or the scene of a crime
But the spectacle's
fours
Rise up on two feet
Why be just a monkey when
You could be a deity
Creator, immortal, a God""
In a hundred generations
I will learn to be
I'm full of tricks
Get off the ground, it's time to dip
Get out the clowns and watch them whip
They thought their sounds would hit like this
Go move it
knew I'd be a clown
Oh oh I'm hangin'
By my toes
Oh oh my sad, sad
Story goes
My head's turned
Inside out
My life's turned
Upside down
When I started
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the clown, "I am a T.I.
Making bandsmen go clockwork
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman
Bareback ladies have fish"
Strongmen by his feet
to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey, Mr.
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