Lyrics:
Yo
Dear Gem
I think you took it the hardest
You had to spread your wings to see who fly the furthest
From a little rose you bustin' out the garden
time
I'm falling down upon the Earth
And singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone
I'd roll on back to you
And if I was a garden
I would bloom in
stable
Back to the lab to avoid that age old fable
Father, Father
Where is my inheritance?
A Father-daughter dance
Lead me to the lair again
I'm
myself some extra leg room
Once again, I let myself depart too soon
Let's fly to the moon, never coming back
I've grown so tired of the blues
We can try
DUMPING OUT THE MOTHER FUCKING WINDOW
I'M CATCHING BODIES GENOCIDE WHEN I DRIVE BY, MASSACRE
CURTIS JACKSON 05 THE SKI MASK WAY
WHEN IT COMES
Praise to the lord it’s not breaking my back
Cos I’m not made for labour or to crusade for cash
Crushed by the rush? I’m not building no stash
over clouded by the rain
Like the quarters in my pocket we ain't never gonna change
And thats like Red Hot you can put that shit on everything
See we
No one ever listens to the feelings I track
No one ever picked me up when I was trying to get back
So now I’m asking myself why I’m feeling so sad
Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,
ain't come though
Police is tryna break right through the front door
But they can never catch me
They'll never arrest me
Skipping town, I bet I'm back-
By
the moon walk
Bitch I'm smooth on the track
Sittin back and relax in the chair like I'm spitting all the fire bar raps
My shorty hit it from the back perhaps
You are my world
My everything
With you by my side
I can spread my wings
And I love you more
Than words can say
Forever and always
And we'll drive
the world on this fantastic journey
Cry For The Moon was our alpha
And now we are here to celebrate
The release of our latest album Omega
Looking back
home
not better or worse
we'll go back to the earth
but you say i was born to burn
born to burn
condemn the innocent by your
back
Why you no bigger than the kid's air max?
And yeah
You could teach a snake about snaking
Most of Roll Deep, you've hit their yats
Ask Karnage,
dummies can't read the language of Egyptian mummies
Plant a flag on the moon and can't find food for the starving tummies
Pay no mind to the youths 'cause
kêra môgô
Some of the smartest dummies
Can't read the language of Egyptian mummies
An' a fly go a moon
And can't find food for the starving tummies
Well I'm a Voodoo Chile
Lord I'm a Voodoo Chile
Well the might I was born,
Lord I swear the moon
turned a fire red
The night I was born,
I swear
where the savage be
Speak blasphemy I teach magically
Priest Maccabee the planet freeze to splash into seed
Inhabit freed grasp what I see chapters I read
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly
the cream soda and bourban, puttin in work like service
It ain't no get back punk, my mini spit back chunks
Won't be caught up in no scandal, we gon' handle
Woah
I be like the moon Coming out when the sun gone
All black clothes coming out when the sun gone
Your girl with me And we all sinning
Preach all
Young Queens by my side
Doing savage things
Whole crew move with crowns
Some got Halo rings
Seraph things
Yeah
I got the flu with this
All them otha
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shining, like who on top of this?
People was hustling, arguing and bustling
Gangsters of Gotham
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