Lyrics:
nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my
shopping hit the club and then ???
Never had a day without no drama
Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
roost' man I
Can't hide it ima monster
Nappy from tha roots smoking ganja ima rasta
Nigga from tha boot gots ta tote tha K
Tha world sleepin on young cast
and
Then start come out
Never had a day without no drama
Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
full of black rotten blood.
A mirror surface, broken only by the bubbles of gas
Escaping from the stagnating mess that lay on the bottom.
Fuelled by
By The Code
Mac I'm going in
On the road to destruction from the very start with mind and heart you can win if you play your part
Ain't nothin
of the airport
It was like a shot
We’re so imperfect
But never too much
By taste, by smell, by color
By touch
By touch
2. By taste, by smell in gloom..
Without
is true
So find a place to get comfortable and I'll share it with you
This story started in a garden that was haunted by grace
Lovingly formed by
We move surface to air
Will you follow me anywhere?
Try to rise up, you lied up
Into the silence
If you know what I know
Maybe then someday you
caught by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free
Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward
go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom (yeah, yeah)
I roll 'em up and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja (I smoke 'em up, yeah)
Beneath the surface, sealed by the floors boarded up
Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds as they make their way
Surprise speed
the surface show me where the hurt is
Teach me and I'll learn it I want to keep you safe
Let me see you naked
Show your heart and
I promise I won't break
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
Here I sit and watch the crowds go by
Papa da papa papa yeah
But there's only one face I can see
If only they would understand
Papa da papa papa
on the surface
Where we can try to congregate
It's not too late,
To believe that we can get it all again
Brick by brick,
We can build it from the floor,
If we
age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my
Chillin' on the westside, everything was perfect
Back in 2012 before our record hit the surface
Had a few girls I was jugglin', I ain't ever did
Psh, psh wanna shoot us out they sky
They be hating when they see us flying by
They just wanna slow us down and hitch a ride
Oh, we really must be
the same
looking for where to go
See just beyond the surface and
Through the dunes
across the sand
We're all connected by the land
Tune into every heartbeat
punished for all my sins
But the stripes of the tiger will never go away
I crawl back to the surface
You can't lock me down again
By evil I'm chosen, I
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