Lyrics:
out of our couches and rejecting apathy
Seeking change with these words but I must be sincere
And remember that the transformation must begin here
Yo
Look into my eyes, see the devil in disguise, fonzdot, I'm a rebel by design
I'm an evil therapist, I get into your mind, I live life like I'm
is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants
And there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it
You know there's a light that glows by the front door
Don't forget the keys under the mat
Childhood stars shine, always stay humble and kind
Go
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
TATO!
What's going on here
I don't belong here
This shit feels wrong
I wanna go
Tell me I'm worth it
That I earned it
That I deserve it
But I don't
feet down when we're bored of each other
A match is our only light
It's day of the dead and I'm Indiana Jones here
These coins sit upon our eyes
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
what up Scram Jones
Mel-Man what's cracking
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here
Nigga what, I'm a hustling bitch
I like them get rich niggas
to..
YO WHAT UP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin'?
What's up with all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old lonely mansion
Lookin' out over the Smokies
And on in everything I can see
Oh, I guess by now she's
in-between New York an PA Hey
Northern country Yea yea yea You heard clear
Y'all dunno how we do it up here
Grandma and grandpa started the tradition
Dad took
vision clear and I don't see doubles
If they gone less trouble cause IIWII when you chasin the sun
The sun, the sun(Promise Jones)
IIWII when you chasing
You know there's a light that glows by the front door
Don't forget the keys under the mat
Childhood stars shine, always stay humble and kind
Go
and yo fake ass chains
I'm out here tryna kill all the damn KKK
Im tryna get my momma out the west end by today
I ain't got rid of nun my demons by
It was hand carved, Made of oak
Grandpas antique Radio
He'd sit around
And listen close
It made the world feel right
He Bought it used -in 53
He'd
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old lonely mansion
Lookin' out over the Smokies
And on in everything I can see
Oh, I guess by now she's
grandpa died
He looked me right straight in the eyes
Said here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life
You'll need a hero
Featuring Twiztid
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask
Aye Grandpa Jet, I need some help with
These hoes man cause they got me tripping
Got me out here simping
Can you teach me how to pimp
What do you
you find it funny
Many telling us oppression isn't real are profiting
Off grandpa's bloody money
Imagine rejecting idea that you killed the colony
While
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