Lyrics:
My eyes got crushed by your gaze
I got my breath cut by your ways
And I fear I fear I won't stay for long I opened the door for you
Mad I'm going mad
know your Momma knew,
'Cause she pulled me aside one Friday night and said take good care of you.
We'd steal away after supper to our favorite place in
Ladies and gentleman, it's a beautiful evening in Pittsburgh tonight!
Live from our studio in Highland Park!
Travel time 45 minutes from the airport
that
A joke for that
You's a hoe for that
Where's my holster at
I should fucking kill you both for that
I should strap you down in a pit of cockroaches
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
of human agony
Will show you power of deadly ecstasy
Death approaches
You just a food for cockroaches
Time to yell
Welcome to hell
Sliced
Like meat
Served
Across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a
Cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your
Supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby don't you
and the
Ballystockart Road.
With Boffyflow and Spike
I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green.
Didn't I
and the
Ballystockart road.
With boffyflow and spike
I said I could describe the leaves for samuel and felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green.
Didn't I
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein
See my tattoo,
and a shirt on my back.
But you buy me some supper and give me a place I can sleep
He said 'I'll sing you some songs that'll rock your head to sleep.
I got
remind me of my dog
Sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit
Guys in red cameros too
It's getting to be a habit
Artists remind me of my dog
Staking
a couple steaks on
Sear 'em up just right, hell ya, supper's on
Sky glowin' red as the crickets sing
Grandpa swings by, tells a couple stories
Kids laugh
Uh a lil' Compton nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga
One time for my niggas
You know Compton, nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga kendrick Lamar
Back with
see white
Death for a price, by the shotty left of the vice
My only advice is I'm a thug, nigga, now ride once killas
See you don't wanna test my tank
I used to judge the book by its cover, now we're flipping the page
Our story starts like any other but it doesn't end the same
Ever since that last
Chorus: (Superb)
If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything
I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams
Shit ain't a game, we don't
me some supper
And give me a place I can sleep
He said: I'll sing you some songs
That'll rock your head to sleep
I got talent boy
Said back home
was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigga, bigot, and a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker
White man is
three in the morning
Drop it in my eyes
Spray my face red now I'm on the devil's side
Take me for a ride
In the back of the hearse, laying side by side
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
love
Without money
Is a crime
I give you money
What you looking for
Eminado
Sebi NA money we
Go use to survive
Omo NA money
Them fit carry
Our wife
movie ever! it's a foreign
film from canada
Alright alright here you go, but be back for supper
Thanks Mom
Oh what a picture perfect child
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