Lyrics:
I finessed a dude named Robert for a Honda Accord
I just scammed an old white man and his name was George
I just knocked out the bank lady like my
the third child was sickly-born and grew
Yet sicklier, tho' the mother cared for it
With all a mother's care: nevertheless,
Whether her business often call'd
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
take responsibility sister
I made an err
I blew it all and look at your walls
Gearing for war now
Well, don't you worry child
Nobody gonna make your
The whiter the skin, it’s like the lighter the sin
When you black as George Floyd you gotta call for your kin
When you black as Breonna Taylor there’s no knock
to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
Five a.m., looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three
to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
Five a.m., looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
took a-me by my hand, she said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a ice
took a-me by my hand, she said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a ice
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down
bands four
That's child's play ima grown man i want more ok
Ok one M two M's three M four
Now we talking real money that's what im here for
Ok One band
Gone back pon dem words on de blink of an eye
Lucky seh de father situated by meh side
Lucky seh meh mudda teach meh how fi hustle as a child
Suh meh nuh
Today's the day, we gon' get him out them tiers (Tiers)
This our only shot, he been locked up for years (Years)
That's my brother on my mother any
for George Floyd and Jacob Blake
Ok ok
We on the brink of depression
Instead of addressing
This shit and connecting
We letting the enemy flank us damn
I
a cautionary tale
Word to George Orwell
So don't 1980 force
Any plugs into sockets
Always wear a chastity belt
And triple lock it
Then hire a taster
Make him
emet
And I don't pay any sinners for the rest of my life
Adonai emet
Sh'mee Reuven Shalom ben Shimon Chaim
Anee emet
It's the transitive property
When
y'all
[Some bitch:]
Wait, com'ere!
Oh my god, you don't remember me?
[Jamie Maddrox:]
Nah...
[Some bitch:]
I had a crush on you for like
y'all
[Some bitch:]
Wait, com'ere!
Oh my god, you don't remember me?
[Jamie Maddrox:]
Nah...
[Some bitch:]
I had a crush on you for like
(Yeah that's crazy George)
(Balmainn on em)
(Okay, okay)
Seen them put brodie to rest
Shit I won't talk bout
I done been crossed by my blood and my
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
Nah, we ain't done
I love bein' hated, it's great, it let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for
and revolvers and George's and Benjamin's
A celebration of the loss of your innocence
To you old self you've lost any resemblance
They say the city make a dark
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