Lyrics:
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
me back (yeah, oh)
Give me one chance to make it work
It's driving me crazy
I'm missing my baby (because I'm missing my baby)
I'm going out of my
Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown
together now and everything gonna work out fine
Just take a little time to look on the good side my friend
And straighten it out in your mind
together now and everything gonna work out fine
Just take a little time to look on the good side my friend
And straighten it out in your mind
rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame
The way she makes me
Scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna
being chauffeured by a junkie
On the movie reel it's "A Time to
Kill" but I'm steady stroking her monkey
And I swear to God
I'll kick her out the car if I
the pace, shit
God, this moment can’t get any worse
I don’t have the words to get out of it
Oh, there he is, thank god, I’m not alone
I’m subconsciously
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
God's microphone assassin and I'm at it again
Motivated by the spirit I grab the paper and pen
Hit you with some rhymes I hope we'll do you some good
chance to make it work, ah baby
It's driving me crazy (it's driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
Cain and Able…homicide
The former killed the latter blame it all on Satan
We was naked, it was perfect, helping God write these verses
Conversations with
gonna rob you of your net worth
While you more busy thinking bout how that one girl neck work
Do you hear the clapping?
All for Noah Schnapp and
All for
(You goin' to work everyday tryin'
To keep that car
Tryin' to keep that apartment)
Baby we're all gonna make it
(I'm just here to let you
Know that I'm
a list of names, I'ma top them
I'm just playing with ya, I don't care where the top is
Leave me at the bottom, let me work for it
You ain't never gonna
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
wanna do with life?
I said I´m gonna meditate
Til I´m 85
Breathe in, breathe out tell me
What it is about
It´s getting better day by day
Breathe in,
behind us
Stop being one sided
Go make up your mind and
Stop being blinded
By what is behind us
Stop being one sided
We’re gonna work it out
We’re gonna
gonna work them long nights and never be a fly-by-night
I put my plans in motion, I fly across the ocean
I popped before the flight so I could sleep
too long
The skin is gonna melt
Please don't cling on for too long
You're never gonna work it out
Never gonna work it out
Somewhere in my heart it's
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
not understand you
Might not know what your going through (Oh no)
But let there be no doubt
Everything's gonna work it's self out
Your whole might be
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