Lyrics:
while I'm shifting gears
Cops chasing tryna mark us but
We ain't playing gears
Freeze hands up like I'm about to cheer
They stole my heat the way
Miami
All our thoughts of doubt and fear (We leave it all by one)
The more we live, the more we learn, the more we know.
For each of us the road is clear
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride
no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic
Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in
funny, in fact, when I'm clean
They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley
Gats, pull out the mack
the boulevard
Show these scars like art
On the walls at Juilliard
Little blocks that we ran
Made us who we are
Till we fall prey
We ball hard
No movie stars
keep my head high but in the streets keep low
I give all I that I can but I ain't doing free shows
Cause I had to leave my home just to see some clean
Greed is in the heart of us all
Deceit is just apart of the fall
Greed is in the heart of us all
Deceit is just apart of the fall
These gold slugs
his function and how does he lead you?
He directs us by with signals various vocal noises.
Vocal noises? vat are some of the noises?
Eh, peep.
Peep?
killlers, we switch to kill
If u see’em wit us, then it’s Mr Gill
Wanna talk cake, then it’s Sam and Charlie
Goat from Andres, I see Rob and Mark
A belly
your soul Him go give you peace
Bring your sins Him go wipe am clean
Oh no no
Aye uhuh ahe oyeyeye
Uhuh oho ahe ahaha
I never feel like I walk alone
fallout like a boy band
Give that bitch a hand livid she can’t post her man
I watch em go to the gram and post me up like a fan
Got my clout up by hatin how
it
I run it up every minute
I make a post now she trippin’
Ain’t even tag her she feel it
Give that bitch a hand fallout like a boy band
Give that
themselves with fig leaves in the garden of Eden.
They tried covering themselves because in Sin that's what we do.
We miss the mark of God and then exclude God
and modify the marks
Perhaps I use a parable of Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus
I don't discuss coming less than us
Dirty devils never
Does life have meaning for all of us
I think the world has nothing to offer us
You leave your mark on some people close to you
While others die
keeps touring with those movies
and he doesn't even pay us and the film
I mean the film's just going to disintegrate and then what
I mean he's so
keeps touring with those movies
and he doesn't even pay us and the film
I mean the film's just going to disintegrate and then what
I mean he's so
the man Mirror of His being There He go I'ma fan I get it per diem cause I wrote with His hand That's AM to the PM Put his beats in mausoleum Just to give
Food and drinks let us feast
Wagyu meat gone stay on lean
Wine glasses they be too clean
Baby phat can’t fit her jeans
Luckily it’s sundress
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
I might not speak but he can here my heart
He just give me light through all the days which are kind of dark
Man the devil got his sneaky ways he
that I got mine
You gone watch us play the game like courtside
If you wanna make it grab my hand like a doorknob
Work hard at a poor job and make it too
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