Lyrics:
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
travelled by man
It will, no doubt, open my eyes
through Hell I will finally find my Paradise
The Fool:
From browsing through this book I have learned
that
the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dogs ain't have
twenty-six feet
Cuz you don't wanna go and end up like me
I'm always so caught up in X-Y-Z
So I fail to see the shit that I'm supposed to see
I never know
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
way)
Paradise, we known for doin' that slidin', Gresham movin' weight (they slidin')
.44 in that hamp' all day (yeah)
If your hood ain't doin' this,
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
ain't get money man they just in the way
You got a hater mentality it's hard to relate
Hol' up, let me clarify twenty mil' out the gate
Ten million
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
ting
Kettles had me gassed them days
Look at what the system raised
Blinded by whips and chains
Same book, different page
So fuck a foot up in the door
Small hits and pass, no taxi
Check, check, check
Shout out Goose, man Shout out Goose in this bitch, man
Shout out, shout out the whole gang, yeah
(As for those) in the basement
(Marijuana's) the medicine
(And those) on the pavement
(Burning down the false) government
The man in the trench
(As for those) in the basement
(Marijuana's) the medicine
(And those) on the pavement
(Burning down the false) government
The man in the trench
I've been walking
Through the valley of death
I see Osiris on papyrus
I see nobody left
Oh I've been talking
To the man in the chair
He goes by many
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
And so I need to be careful I don't yield my weapon like Tyler Joseph of Twenty One Pilots said
A man who I hold to have saved my life
Some see a pen
I see
Yeah yeah yeah
Life just passes on by
Cus these days, these days I'm feeling the vibe
Got a smile on my face
Yeah that's the way I'm living my life
I'm
had seven minutes in Heaven
What would you do
What would you change
What would you fight for
Yeah
Uh
Let's go
Word salad
Lacking bars like the man's
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in
And don't go midnight rambling
Breaking laws of God or man for if you do
You'll surely rue and end up just like me
Serving out twenty years in a penitentiary
fighting for my cause with another twenty-four
I been, hold on
Look
Okay, midnight strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel
on embracing
Everything that comes with what I'm chasing
Out the car, walking in my day shift
Couple minutes short of being fired, play it closer than a shave,
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