Lyrics:
Do you know what it is you seek?
Oh, so lost in this wide open world
It took me so long to speak out
Inside, your snake it was curled
Snake Charmer
To save him from himself"
Curled up in the darkness
Searching for the light
The smell of stale sweat and shit
Streaming through the night
Random urine
garden grandmas that did just that
Curled up in hard dirt
Crawled around on conservative knees like the good lord said too
Stewed on nothing inspirational
despise lies with deadly precision
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
But
Florence Ballard, Mary Wilson and Diana Ross
Duke Ellington and Joe Loss
Bryan Adams and Christopher Cross
Helter skelter some found no shelter
From Charles
and train smoke.
Somehow my watch and chain got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen,
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony
I
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
and many more
What the hell am I still doing outside by your door
You make everything I thought for myself feel real
I'm curled up in a ball on top
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
God damn, god damn, conversations with legends
Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren
Bitches we severing, hit up my jeweler,
a plane cross the world
Anytime if me feel like to
Jimi run out big, bold, and brave
Up inna dem face mi nuh fraid
Mi nuh fraid
When life throws you lemons
got lost
I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home
[Intro]
Bone and Twista
Layzie Bone and Twista back up in this motherfucker
World wide nigga
For tha year 2000
And all you niggaz better recognize
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
Now the boss who was a standing around,
A watching of the show,
He walked up to the stranger,
And he said he needn't go,
If you can handle a lariat
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
I was there on the day the
Monkey came into this world
His face was round and reddish and
His hair was slightly curled
He didn't look too different
the wide, wide world
I dreamed of gentlemen I would meet
I saw them all kneeling at my feet
I can't understand it, my hair is all curled
But my
I move with such force
Unabided by a cross
Cross dimensional gateways just for sport
Jump into a mind bend once I am inside
Destroy clearer life
like me
People all around world (please stand up)
I still believe that there's a place in this world
A place for me and you
Cannot understand it
Best friends and lovers, never thought the story'd end
But you broke up with me in March of 2018
Three months have passed by
You still cross my mind
Out
Man I was sitting around thinking and the smell of
mary-j-wuanna leaves was burning a stench
into the ashtray, which happened to be hood of my
I was there on the day the monkey came into this world
His face was round and reddish and his hair was slightly curled
He didn't look too different
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