Lyrics:
the bottle open it
it's a lesson in survival cope with it
It don't make sense to die for the root of evil
It get too cerebral when that don't seem lethal
Can't make it home for holidays
My eyes are in a daze
She texting far away and now I'm in a dream state
I've been struck up in my ways and wishing on this
Cursed and scared, barren and bruised
Cowardice forgotten by the warriors decay
Fought for kings who ignore their ways
All those kings just laugh and sway
a Supervillain)
I root for the bad guys with the evil eyes
Fists in the sky
Screaming die, die, die! and I
(I'm a Supervillain)
I root for the bad guys
The sick
Evil Child
I got tired of life
I got tired for real
So I got up one day and go ask for help
From one of my aunties
I considered my friend
I
back home by the skin of my teeth
Couple of people got cut from the team
Couple of haters tryna to crush my dream
Couple of women tryna to fuck with me
I
like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
or tradition,
I am not driven by, I am not driven by,
I am not driven by family or tradition!
[Verse 2]
Save your prayers for someone who cares,
Even if I’m in
they all white
The Nativity of the Christ
He left but with Him you right, yeah
Ask the Lord for direction
The best way forward is repentance
No Olajuwon,
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
they'll do for that legal tender
Money is the root of all evil is what they teach you
That's what made Nino his brother's keeper
That's what made Alpo
the family close
Man growing up me and my bro being unstable
At home
Lived on the island by address, till the stress lead us all
Back from where we left,
Dashing through the mall
With presents in my bag
Gotta hurry home
And hide them somewhere fast
I’ll decorate the tree
When I know you’re on your way
like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way
me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way
sects
Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers
But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees
That's no way for
to take you home for Xmas
Drive away from the cold and we'll heat it up out on the road
Then after we had reached our
Many holiday destinies
We had made our
people
Who say: money is the root of all evil
Believable, but I say it overlooks
Who makes the money, and so it's an excuse
You can't blame the earth for
yo' time!
Evil prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin
(bang), I brought it straight from the dice (yeah)
Racketeering his charge, I wish he took my advice
Money is the root of all evil (yeah)
Smurk, I mean
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
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