Lyrics:
u taking the pill,
That'll free up constraints and let u have your will,
Consequences, nothing handed an u make what u feel, until everything still.
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
you saved by the grace
If you want it then try it
You’ll be out with the strays singing
I don’t wanna grow up no more
Fuck 2020 and the bills
Hey where you going
Don't walk away from me
I said where you going
Your gonna disrespect me in my fucking house
I pay the bills here for you and your
Everyone has stress but you gotta let it go
Bills pile up better stack up some more
Working overtime living life by clock
Hand over hand feels like
in a day)
Brixton life had you working but you were never stress-free
Just locked in a cage, slaving
They said there were gold in the pavements
b****es on Delta
Put a bag in the trenches
Have somebody ever
Told you you the best they ever had
You vent to em
Then they throw it in yo face
When they
rooms I don’t know that you would get many hits on your C.V.
I have to admit I never watched the standup of or listened to the comedy records of Bill
Just another sad song (Sad song)
That I had to smash on (I had to smash on)
I remember it was cold
We ain’t have no gas on (Had no gas on)
I remember
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
cops on my chop, but I just sell music
These niggas don't have heart to fight, they'd rather let twelve do it
I'd rather be judged by twelve than
Briggs had to marry that floozy he met in the Vale of Kashmir?
Have you, have you heard any word of that chap in the Third
Was it Prosser or Pyecroft
They don't even have it on a church
And don't even open the verses of their bible
But on the dollar bill is a big sign "In God We Trust," correct?
favors, Nah! (I do this shit by myself)
I ain't askin' for no favors (By myself, I do this shit by myself)
Ever really had to get it down, first time,
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
Since the beginning man had a grind
So I figured out it's our time
Yeah, to have this mission on our mind
Trip, tell em' boys why you on on your
bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main
pinchers
They’re just sinners
Unlike myself, they’re not singers
I can read your codes like binary
Those 1s and 0s ain’t gonna fly by me
You call me fake
yeah
Yeah yeah
Bills due
I ain't got
Phone call
Who You?
I ain't got it
I ain't got it
I ain't got it
I know who got it
I remember when I didn't have
I'm mad
And that's why you're bad
And you and your whole law thing has been had
You don't really have any rights here
Listen: I don't mean you any
to go jail
cn accusation, that don't even have to be proven
Cause before you even go to court , your life's already ruined
Families being destroyed, by
Doesn't have to do with you Sayin it so I can move onto somethin really cool
You will never win if you never begin
Say it to myself so that I can make
was the least bit civil?
If television had existed, you could
Be sure they would have been
There to cover it
Or maybe even participate in it
Like their
a stick
(Baker) Don't be upset, why d'you have to cry?
(Both) Na na nai til the day thay we die
(Brap)
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've
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