Lyrics:
at last?
Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward
A cold breeze in back of my neck
A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room
Accumulated dust
it’s a superiority complex
The nonsense in common with the falseness
My senses marked with the pretense of all the shit
Not running from my darkness look
ALL I ASK OF YOU
We used to hang now you can't see me eye to eye
You look the other way every time you pass me by
It hurts my soul to see that
hits, but this ain't that
You ain't been around the fiends to tell me this ain't crack
Now the room smells fishy like the cling don't wrap
Man, you
You know me it's that fella
Spat more lyrics on that one Castella
Tune that I bodied, then these cats never
They don't wanna back chat never
I
Dem fake like three stripe 'pon a Nike made by Puma
Dem tell whole heap a lie, spread whole heap a rumour
Start grown yuh natty dem a say you a crack
Skinner out in my truck
You look willin', to crack things up
If your just teasin', back off by golly
Don't send the invitation if you don't wanna party
What can change in the?
I'm a black rat with a cool basement
But back is still hazing in every part
Trapped inside by rats red hound
Why if you
9 inna coat, another man on the roof with a scope
It looks good inna de video
Pretty gal inna car, even though it's not mine, I'm a star
Because
the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slanging crack
To my deceased Gods wishing I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all
Chorus (Porsha & Anita)
I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2
Verse 1
As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin
pings n rice allspice
N an RX-7 cuttin through'a da night
I Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
what that mean to me
'cause shit be gettin' so damn real
You gotta find some direction
And the game's put to work and shaped to perfection
So by
to say
Do not hold in please
They' say death comes in twa
So I do not roll in threes
Are you lot dying to piss?
'Cause you look like your holding
it feels
We slipped through the cracks
Covered in ash
We bathed in the ashes
I’ve seen that look
In your eyes
Behind mine
Broken
We’ll never be your
the prototype for the
Most psychotic individuals
Clinical studies prove that fucking with
Me can be bloody
I used to keep a straight razor
In the back of my cubby
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