Lyrics:
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
overgrown, with not even the station chair
It's hard to believe our old home is now nowhere
By the next summer the cancer had spread
Here I lie alone in my
nas-ta-wi a-pa-rat,
Bo sfru-nê-³y siê ptasz-ki dla od-by-cia na-rad:
Po pier-wsze w..spra-wie,
Co œwi-tem pisz-czy w..tra-wie?
Po dru-gie gdzie siê
the clouds and sky bound, my lifestyle's 'bout heights now
You're curled in bed in a nightgown
I'm working ahead, I'm a night owl
Bite sound, till I'm iced out
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
Myers
1st verse
Dear God
I wonder can ya save me
From seeing evil
Ceelo Green
Does that mean that I'm crazy
I see my peoples lean on me
Like Morgan in
I said I wake up in the morning
Break it down and roll it
All I smoke is potent all I all I smoke is potent
Baby I be focused
You might catch
the fence
The mold holding it all together, the weight of the wood
The wind blowing in its direction
The rain pouring down the hill was too much for
ripping
Baby girl do you ever listen
And I need you by my side
And I need you tonight
Oh why?
Every night I go back to the hills where the city lights glow
feelings
I had to get out of bed before it was too late
Had to leave my old self and my mistakes in the past
It wasn't easy facing my demons head on
But I
ain't running out of luck
Lately I don't give a fuck
In the hills we live it up
I don't know what to do so I double up my cup
Man that shit is not enough
It's Dylan Cozy, like my bed or leather couches keep my
Feet up on the ground but my head is in the mountains
Writing raps in my classes
type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second
Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
the dreams of people in bed sleepin'
Come on and vibe with Bamboo on this ride
Let the music cling to your body like cat hair
Come on and chill with us up
fight to be Jews
Did come to these hills with me
On my death bed your leader I'll name
'Tis Judah, the Macabee
My name is Judah, the Macabee
By the name
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
Lucille in the barbed wire
CUT necklace and a car tyre
And it’s on fire
My tirade worldwide
It’s Bennetts Hill Blues
It’s co-dependence
With the menace in
the Air
(Yeah Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear)
Spiel mir etwas Dru Hill, während ich mit meiner Crew chill'
Und du siehst, wie sich dieser
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
drinkin' lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log
Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide
And by sundown he'll be
You are my favorite miracle
I have seen you in a field of marigolds
But I’m glad I don’t have to give my prayers to you
‘Cause I know we’ll make it
the shades
I know the memory of the night we had won't fade
Just lay in bed, imagine we're laying in the sand
On the beach with me holding my hand
Think
a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!
Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse
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