Lyrics:
other way to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class
their Phone can't have a conversation
Day by day we're becoming a more And more Godless nation
Year by year steadily driving to our Damnation
At the club
Tonight we getting white girl wasted
I’ll drop a pin send you my location
Just hit my line when you by the station
But no going live it’s a private occasion
not political but to me/
the whole art form questions private property/
A political crime of passion/
this one is to my train bombing, train trashing...
three
Broad day light, bandits bombing passengers train
(In my Nigeria)
Africans calling on the US to set them free_ oh no!
But how can a nation that's in
something to piss rocks
Kidney stones and moans from their cis cocks
Sit tight in the train station waiting on a staycation
Watching DVDs of Three's Company
the cleanliness and the power the first in the nation
To prove who they are
Through infinity, through eternity, through time span
Standing one man, if you hold my
co-trained with my sax out
Let's go soul train, let's go black out
Turn that bass up, let's go max out
Bring the drums out, bring the beats out
Bring that
I've just seen a call from
You're a damn liar, man. That's not true
This nation was founded by men of many nations and backgrounds
This nation was
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Nation
Yea this nation name is private, bring the dogs
I might just seal your fate
But fool me twice I'm grinning
Can't you see my smile is blood
And Stay Outta my Lane
Bus Station
All across the Nation
Lotsa People gawn to sit by me
Elevation
Takin' the Aerial Way, son
To the Sky
Goodbye, Gravity
You will disgust your self
Lose everything
Burn all your bridges one by one
But until the fat lady sings
There's time to realise
You can't
man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice
[Repeat Chorus]
DVDs
You can unsubscribe from Netflix
And delete your music library
Would you take me seriously
If I was more respectable
Would my words have more
Getting blazed Erryday like a Rasta
Aye Hey
We getting high high
My Nigga more Fiah Yeah Man
We getting high in other word's
We getting by blunt after blunt
all my lies the whole time
And my credit's so bad I can't get no one to cosign
I would've thought she would've bust in the door cryin'
But she upped
should respect it, select it
I'm never ever wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New
my baby
My isolation is 6 feet by 4 feet
Your isolation is a beachfront with private street
My job is gone now my boss spent his money playing
And now
back that god damned plane
Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration
Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain
Have you
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
shall live again
Well this train is like an endless parade
That passes by each and every home in each and every town
And the women and the children
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
I just pray this bad habit doesn’t fall upon my daughter
I’m addicted to the bottom dollar
When I get the world,
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
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