Lyrics:
I got an old lady with a blue van, she does the best I think she can
'Cause every time I hit the road, she gets me to every gospel show
She's ain't
Saw you standing across the street
Claire my poor heart melted
Don't have to believe in love at first sight
But if you did I felt it
Just a Brooklyn
Jsem tvá nevlastní dcera, mé jméno je Claire
Jsem tvá nevlastní dcera
Mé jméno je Claire, ale ty mi říkáš Vera
Jako poprvé
Jo já jsem tvoje Vera
Poisonous attack cancer black lung
Nigga with forked tongue is lynch hung
Insufficient funds bounce a check tight
Sure to a blank strike individual
Boodah, Big O, niggas better act like they know
By any means, motherfucker, we get that green
We get that green, motherfucker
We finna take control
and awful toil
And then when we were old and weak, they just tossed us aside
Like so much dirt and refuse, human beings bereft of pride
So white people please
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
Home Videos
I can't believe my eyes
When I see the kind of stuff that wins first prize
Somebody's poor old mom
Falls down off the roof, lands right
tryin' lynch us
And they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commissary low so we take a nigga tennis
lynch us
And they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye
Aint put puttin my hands up for nobody
My nigga im gripping the heat
I Rather be judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Rather be
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
Sheer negligee, Innovo shorts, no leaks
He let her call him by his GOV
Pretty old thang
Ain’t got to lie about your DOB
Pretty old thang you could be
burned
'Cause them whitey's on some next shit, some hang you by your neck shit
Oh well, I'm in jail man, I figure I'm protected (right)
Southern
send sweet whispers
The Claire de Lune sings for you
Sipping on full moon shine with you by my side
Falling into your eyes
Sunday morning patterns
at a Claire's by the way that I pierce shit I leave a hole in niggas
I told dem boy I was up when they see that shit happen I tell em I told them niggas
Real deal
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water, keep
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water, keep
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water, keep
reserves urge me to switch to them burgers
I'm wishing for my sake you'll be
Beneficent enough to be tipping your servers
Will you be sticking by me with
the questions they lead with
Who's your favourite Marxist?
At the start I was so naïve
Mick Lynch made me feel at ease
They'll connect him to the violence
seem so strange when isolated
Juxtaposed and repeated by a creeper and I
Meet a lot of those
I'm in a smoky room, sweating out of control
A jazz record
Nourished by insect blood
Birthed from gilded loins
Collectible scars
Collective wounds
c part of growing up
c part of growing old
c part of living
c part
Môj život je movie
David Lynch na planéte s debilmi
Hľadám kde je exit kým sa hráte na MCs
My sa staráme jak prežiť
Mám v pláne sa prebiť
Je to heavy
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