Lyrics:
Boris
I sold more boxes than the post-office
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
the back:
Eying, sighing. Dying to get a crack at the middle.
So he kicks a quick little riddle.
She knos he's got game. But she lets him feel and fiddle.
time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
Trying to
Reclaim their culture
Release the vultures
Sign out, no falter
Walk on earth softer
But who here really talking 'bout place?
The race to pace our
that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle
analysis shows that your time on this Earth
Is valued by how many boxes you check
And if they're not filled by the time that you're finished,
Was it worth
how to love and give all praises to our maker till the earth fall,
Then mama married a muslim when I was 12 and that transition was the worst y'all,
I
wouldn't change a minute
I can't slow down inside
Guess that's why I live it
The years of mischief
Followed by weeks of thrift
I land on earth's
come! And all
boxes fall shawty wanna play with the balls! Bitch please I'm hotter
than 400 degrees! The only time you use your mouth is when you get
bout to master self to study lessons
I'm swearin off the weed and alcohol
I won't be affected by doubts at all
The sky's the limit, watch I'm bout
in, security hawking, caution
Got a group here that might shoplift
Plot twist
When we walk out with bags full of boxes
This was out in Madison,
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
crucified, bled and died, then He rose Divine
So we could walk worthy in power by His glorious Might
Nobody Greater nowhere
Whenever you call He's right there
(Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...) --> The J.B.'s
[ VERSE 1: Play ]
I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory
and she's not of this earth
The woman walks the streets like she's the queen of the town
Doesn't talk very much, she's very profound
Little Suzie Greenberg
right foot
Is it cool to walk?
No hook for this food for thought
Think about while it’s cooling off
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Is it safe to swerve?
She sat by the fireside
Till her eyes became too heavy
And she wandered off in dreams
With elves that play
Daddy found her sleeping and took
Her up
going forward it
Was taking people backwards they
Were becoming isolated beings driven
By primitive animal forces
Trapped on Earth, yeah
That's our
it's my fault
Little dog turned to head huncho
Too cold I had to make it hot for em
God damn it the way that sunlight hittin off the paint lookin
the corner, I just tell the driver, "Park off" (yo, park off)
Done stacking boxes, done breaking them into bits
What I took away was be happy and go
at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his
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