Lyrics:
what comes next
When we close our eyes
For the final time
Drift to infinite sleep
Where all boundaries release
Well do we create our own laws
Or is
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away scott free
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away
Trade a day
In my shoes
Your old Fender Twin from Johnny's Music downtown
Still set on ten to burn this house down
Count the band in, then kick into overdrive
By the end
flipped
Grown since yet I still remember them days
And all our shenanigans got better with age
Kids didn't expect to get slain for disrespecting my name
Til
the vertical grip
I could've used the Draco, but I wanted the length
Just in case he ran distance still could give him a lift
Even though they crossed, the line
the house of God
Yeah! Now
Holy Ghost guard my dream
I need God’s intervention to make it real
Bad peeps set a trap to still me
Enemies dug a pit for me
our own might its all by his grace
Beautiful smile dark skin
Brown eyes prom Queen
Baddest girl in the city and every boy’s day dream but lately
She
I ain't been around in a lil
They gon' blame it on me
But you still down
It's like we tripping first class every winter
Made some mistakes but I hope
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
fulfill our dreams
We keep bitches on they toes, you know they need it
And niggaz be still spit this ol' shit cause we O.G.'d it
Yeah man, big shit,
to understand, we stand slanted
And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best
We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning for human reproduction
It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
Oh darling where've you been?
Lost deep inside the seams?
I'm searching the skies to find you
These questions still remain
Days roll by, seasons
If you made it this far I appreciate you listening
This next song I was 22 when I made this shit
Still living in my mama house so
Once again I was in
times
But in every rain there is sunshine
Do you still gonna care about our tie
Do you still gonna think about if I'm alive
Do you still gonna be my
to see a different end to our history
Where we both grow old together
Cause I'm still living in a ghost house
I see them shadows moving they are creeping
want you here
The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for
La petite mort, la petite mort
They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
this little house
I won't trade for nothing, the life that we built
I'll kiss you goodnight and say I love you still
And we'll build this love from
much time done passed on by
Only God knows why, you alive or daparted
People still takin lives it aint precious fuck up you die
See from the truth we
We are the one who been
Fighting for freedom
Give it to us like you owe us
Me and my boys we do our best
Still waiting for more program that you bring
and climate change,
still millions starvin', while other people spending millions on cars, houses, yachts and diamond rings,
political irresponsibility feeds
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
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