Lyrics:
Zee is my Benson
Zee made the beat
I was ready to eat
Your last shit sounded like a vn
You thought I was Rowan ?
Yeah I do go to church
I'm a Roman
Pre-Existing Conditions GEORGE FLOYD
AMERICA Pre-Existing Conditions
Autopsy said he had pre-existing conditions
Does that really matter?
By
I bleeded it
Through all the masquerades shade deceit and shit
Victory's a thrill but the agony of Defeat is quick
So I had to press on hell and nail
Spring been the season
A thesis by a genius when I'm thinking bout my reasons
I'm George Benson and breezin, your pencil is weakest plus
You using
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
in '75
His battles, lost and won
When France assisted, at Yorktown
War ends in '81
George presided over
The Constitutional Convention
He recommended
You should recognize love
Before it's too far to hold
I'd take trips down that St George Strip
Just to see if you would notice
I'd take trips
I SEE THE SIGNS
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda, Suzie Benson, Alberto Bof & Duke Christian George III
Each time we walk down the street somewhere
la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
Lil George is 15
He's a lil bit older
He's constantly looking over his shoulder
His
late for turning back)
One by one, all my delusions shattered! (Too late for prayers and useless pity)
Say you love him and my life is over (past all
Rolling Stone reveals is just hype for the tour
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by
of the gun
A mother shot while driving
In the back by her baby son
Peyton Benson eating breakfast
A drive by spilled her innocent blood
Trayvon Martin walking
colonial america occurred
Over the ohio valley
In seventeen fifty-four
A seven-year war ensued
George washington at the fort leboeuf
George washington he is
The worlds a ghetto like i'm George Benson
Music scene hating on me I get no mentions
Pushing songs like the dope man before sessions
Being doing
|prayers and
\useless pity
|Say you love him |and my
|life is over!
|Past all hope |of cries for help:
\no point in fighting
|Either way you choose |he
Nor have We been
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren
We have warned them
From time to time of attempts by their
When the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
He'd a French cocked-hat
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
(excuse me sir...)
What?
(excuse me, would you happen to be George Clinton?)
Can I get some security over here!
(excuse me, but would you happen to be
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
(Koun$oul has no money)
Stab in the back
While I'm riding a cab
N the cat in the hat is a bitch
(Uh)
Riding so fast
That I fall on the dash
When I'm
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old
When the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
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