Lyrics:
Scuffed up the whites already
Splash it got too wrecky
Would make up b but I'm too petty
Drove down a side road
Basically
It got way too Tekky
Down to my
Not tryna be a bother
If you don't stitch your cuts
You just bleed on others
And I'm a blood bath
That's why I never wear white clothes
A wide road
white caviar
Down in the dungeon
(Ooh)
She like all white caviar
Down in the dungeon
(Ooh)
Travel different roads
I fuck different hoes
Live by
bwoy food white squall fly gone
Every rifle up a Jakes Road
Lock off the street fi mi kill the priest
Dem a seh "Teach him a try
Run weh go a airport"
fossils, silently run by the eastern asteroid, silently run by the road pavers, silently run by the used car salesman, silently run by the new car salesman,
broke I ain’t ashamed
Now I’m up
But I ain’t change
AP plain Jane
Down 4 Mine
Til I die
Stacking money to the sky
Yea the pressure been applied
Throw that
and the lawn is dead
The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead
Illinois toll road, Indiana plain
Roll the windows down, shoot at the change
Half return, half
good
I can remember, sometimes, I could just stand off all by myself
And just get funky listenin' to the train
And I used to pick up a handful
at their game
But not smart enough to dumb it down, and take it away
It's black & white like space at night
If you wanna be like us you better work every
embellish for my heretofore
Fell in love and hit the floor but I
Don't let go you know you close
Life ain't easy brighter days are down the road
Thru
There's nothing here to see
We're as plain as can be
9-5, classroom-smart
& a loving family
But we got off that road
(That road)
To build a bridge
discus
Still can't find my discus
Nothing to discuss
They wanna hold me down but I'm covered in eucalyptus
Walk around with crucifixes
protected by god
back to his house
So I shadowed him down a road thin grey and still
To his home in the desert - he called it. Blueberry Hill
There was nothing in there
the levels
Knocked down, now I'm doing better
We don't go unless we wanna
Our own roads, no pulling over
No white flags, oh no won't surrender
Light my soul up
with no brakes
Through a road of mistakes
With a code they can't break like da Vinci
Plain white T that's a band on him
Say something then stand on it
white
I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes
Ben Shermans and a second hand bike
Feeling like a donut 'cause I'd already been stabbed by the time I
on the track and I bet it's dope
Feel it in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reverence spoke
This egg whites
and purple til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns gray
Children slanging white in the hood
We call it yay drink old gold
Down my
come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood
We call it yeah drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed
to be here no more
Straighten my priorities
Get through by whatever means
Follow dreams that I believe
Hide the truth so plain to see
Falling like
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
Git down
G-gi-g-git down
I love uptown but we was
Fucking up council estates in our white ts
See I ain’t really been with the bros
The bags big when you take risks on your
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