Lyrics:
to stand by the clock at a quarter to five
Put your ear to the wall just to feel you’re alive
Realise that you don’t know too much do you?
Slow your mind
Even if swords rain in the quarter of the moonfaced one
We bow our heads by the will of God
We also know the rituals of piety
But we have to accept
'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Hmmmmmmmmh
You'll be older, too
it in the morning, yeah
Swear all this other bullshit, yeah
Babygirl it ain't important, yeah
So come and take a ride with me
She just wanna smoke
ain't talking Warner
Can catch me in DR, I'm crossing the border
They fucked up the watch and I had to reorder
By 2022, I need me a quarter
These niggas
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
Murder
6:19 In the morning nigga
Let me start off with this statement
I'm the motherfucking greatest
I ain't even have too many haters
All my niggas knew I
saying
Eyes be Asian every time we vibe; conversations be amazing
Till six in the morning... Big spliffs and liquor pouring
It's getting lit by the minute,
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
With the 4:11 gears eat the quarter in a sec
I got a quarter in a sack
I'm ah burn it in a hour
Pack of 5 swish sweets with some amaretto sour
Take me
the game eating cereal til the morning light
What up big cuz
Remember when we had to borrow sugar racing in the streets barefooted I remember when
Little
that got a couple mortgages
Business that's all legit
When the food come in peng, they keep ordering
I can lick out a Zed by the morning, bitch
In
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
break
Its six in the morning awoke by
The sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, it's hot out there, yeah
Yeah
On the sidewalk, oh Sunday morning don't you know
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Could that be our boy Mack the knife?
From a tug
in the morning"
I look at you, you look at me, and there's a fire still sparkin'
We can head outta town, sit by the lake in the dark
And howl
them all go in such a rush
When the mailman come
He brings the morning sun
Sitting somewhere there on his back
I sit and watch the world go by
the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé
It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn
And in the morning walking your bridges home
As I sit and stare at all of England's souls
I
long for your view.
In my dreams, we dance side by side,
Together again, let love be our guide.
(Chorus)
Miss you like the stars miss the morning sun,
smoke a hater up like bleach on some bias ply's
Quarter Mile every street, then I fly by
Kickin' back, fireside
Sippin' on a Coors Light
20 clicks, 4 by
the damn time
Land mine trigger me you can’t hide
Corner me my hands tied
Heated like I’m pan fried
Thinking I’m in last but I’m willing by
I'm cuffed in the water
How the fuck I manage, roll in the quarter
Slaughter
Many cattle, many times for pleasure
Modeling the skin while I'm
Searching
on another penetrating mission.
(?Alleluia? song is playing.)
HUNKIE
Captain! Captain! What?s that in space ahead?
KWIRK
Huh? Oh no, it?s another
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