Lyrics:
had a reference point
To know that I was being selfish
And taking your love for granted
All you wanted was my time
While the effort I gave was slanted
along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
[L-Burna]
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
much to see round out here 'less you're here to see (Us)
When you come around
Show some love for my town
Throw up four if you down
Yeah I do this for my
to pull for your health
Your love and self-acceptance
Lives as an unconditional reflection
Any perception of manipulation is detected
You pull a list
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
than an afrodat,
I been flowin' in my habitat
Met baby girl at 4pm at the laundromat
This the type of feeling that make you drop down with it
Drop down
[L-Burna]
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke
around music
It's like you can't get a relationship with
I'm still with my first love which is music
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'? For real
The reason I'm here
kick
In they fucking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living
those love sounds...we can do it
all night yeahhh
simon says lets go to the bed and lay it down
so we can play house
[to chorus]
[bridge]
by the time
city
Rejuvenate your burnt out sea put down your Philly for a sec
Close your eyes and don't fret
Listen to the audible sounds and just let
Your soul
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
back
He can't even read but he been slinging crack
You better tuck your jewelry, get your chain snatched
I'm tryna slow down, tryna lay back
You know
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
don't wanna be a ghost
Be the spirit? Yes
One love, one tribe, staying colorblind
Inspired by Apl 'cause he's really colorblind
We keep it on the positive
white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play
of all of your time
I hope when you're reading this
You catch a positive feeling inside
Dear Lady Life, hey it's me again
We had our ups and downs
No one
Coming down clean, tell your baby momma what it do?
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is?
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
Yeah, mother fucker! Kimya Fucking Dawson!
What put your fucking hands down!
As I sit and listen to
A kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm
Editing music daily equaliser positive keys
Here's an example
Get that paper get that paper
Money maker money maker
Might see me on the screensaver
She act
toes youre my kinfolk
We are the body of the christ that can give more love we could ever live for
And if you are all about love lift me up in your
retrieve
Follow God and his word, Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through he
Who strengthens me
No repeat so you gotta believe
Love God more than your
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