Lyrics:
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck,
can't tell what it is
But I take a look
And now I'm sorry I did
5:30 on a Friday night
Thirty three good people cut down
I don't believe anymore
I
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
easy being brave
when you're only inches from the grave
your love is going to be the death of me
back to top
swimmingly
if a dark cloud should
downed 3
But I ain't drunk enough
I'm still tryna figure out
What the fuck is love
I've been let down
A million times by my blood
I won't be appreciated
use a couple inches of rain fall
Turning dust into mud give me rust make it flood
Flowers bud in the blood of the clouds up above
Leave everything
you
Let's get you out the mud brother
Shit we been through, man I love you like a blood brother
You would never corner me to kill for you
That's why I
enough strength to applaud
Our 40-year-old
5 feet and 1
And-a-half inches Mom
Incubabies
Little temperature regulated
By Mr Edison, Con
She'll hold her
what lies
Ahead of me and I ain't seeing a 9 to 5
I ain't worried I know I'm a get by
From Yay High was taught how to make the bread rise
good with my
go, land of Goshen
Go, I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood, Running red and strong, down the Nile
Plague, Darkness three days long, hail to fire
So
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep
Lover of machines-adrift in schemes
Cast his lot among rootless
and we ballin' inside
Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night
Y'all get out of line, and I'm pullin' out a nine
They love to see me broke ass
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
I'm a star, that's spangled
Line 'cross three inches past thin, that's fatal
Legendary dunk that bitch, that's cradle
Pac, thug life tatted 'cross my
face, bitch
If you ain't learn by now, I ain't the one to play with
Ayy, walk inside a room and I might excite a bitch
Why you watchin' me? It ain't
days of his life, all alone
He wouldn’t go out, of his home
One night he was mugged, they broke his leg bone
No-one came to see him, most days
‘cept
And every night I watch the news
And think where did we go wrong
There's three million on the dole
Blood's been spilled because of coal
And they say this
drifting
Dark clouds, your soul sifting
Cold nights with the mrs
One touch in the senses
Gripping, i'm over the edge by inches
It's a scary scene, no
wealth of the world's eighty five richest people is equal to the three and a half billion poorest people
It's fantastic, and this is a great thing because
cin't focused on inches I rather stack it up by the yards
Since concrete they ain't never felt something this hard hanh
My perseverance went to sleep but
lanes in a Lac, the made it 3's get me dizzy
I'm low, in a Lexus 4's Spre-O
You steady passing by saying, watching how slow he go
Everytime I'm in
Vibing on adrenaline so gimme the night
Back in the coffin by the morning
Not a fan of the light
I'm gonna paint this town red
Leave it in fright
Went from
at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
By the edge
to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
A-one, two, three
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