Lyrics:
starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive
possess.
Well I never complained, because my father said,
"son you get your chance before you're my age".
Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
like I'm showin' up for somethin'
I lay down Houston around nine, warehouse live
Was my worst show ever, nigga's damn near got boo'd off stage
I
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
stealing a tractor trailer from Wal-Mart
An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes
Three hundred thousand dollars worth
pine
Doors Down
Yea
Y'all gon feel this
Oh yea they gon feel this
Right
I done pulled up to Houston Texas
Feel like a veteran
Excellence and nothing
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
son in my bed, hid my pills in the closet
Broke the bowls down, hid 'em behind the living room couches
Then went back to my whip and rolled up, by
Kid
On a downhill skid like father like son
Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
Seven long years really went by slow
I didn't kill my daddy
the work
From a Mexican bullets eat
A nigga flesh it don’t matter
Which vest he in
I’m thinking of a couple ways for
Me to go and benefit
And Now I’m
one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son
Three Generations
Before I ever came
Cut back these timbers
And bet their
(son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1
I can't even afford it
If I could, the court would have ordered it
Second, You won't even let me see my son anymore
Why am I paying to be a father if
that weighs two tons
I took I-10 towards that Mobile sun Chased it down
Like a bandit on the run Until it set around Houston
Until it set around Houston
Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I
realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
father's plans. And as I
in Houston around nine
Warehouse live was my worst show ever
Niggas damn near got booed off stage
I performed like my first show ever
Women in
hold, but he could not.
He replied,
I want to sit on Father's Lap.
Listen you brat.
You are not my son and therefore you are not fit to sit in
join me and together
And love bind us together
You are the alpha and omega
Come and live in me forever
Jesus says
Am standing by the door of your heart
a normal mortal and I son that
Make a father wish he had his son back
Black force energy, my tyranny is synergy
Your sympathy is killin' me
It's time to take
Do not be deceived my beloved brothers, every good gift and every perfect
Gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights, don't get it
industry is staring at me
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and B
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light
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