Lyrics:
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
seems like my hood is cursed
Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first
My old hawk she march with a foul parade
Don't learn shit, til another child
effect on me
I know a secret spot
Paradise by the sea
We'll find a place to park
That's kinda cool after dark
We'll take a trip on up to the lake
got placards posters & stickers to
We got reggae music by Yabby You
We got redflags, blackflags and flag with stars
We got slogans painted on our
I was meant to be by your side
And I have waited here a long time
For you to turn around and notice me
But now you're here holdin' hands with me
and me.
We are high above the family tree,
Hidden in the deep blue sea.
Industry on parade, punch a clock nine to five.
The beginning is beginning
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
inspired by adventure
Calculated circles, the circumference and the radius
The only cats that float without a float through the parade is us
The harder
Stark-raving-madrigals by the cartload.
Without trepidation I sing in laudation;
Vocal salute to all travelling tinkers.
Vagabond nation joined in congregation.
When a cow is lying down
You know it's gonna rain
And if it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain all goddamn day
Gonna rain on your parade
Rain on your
way out of space (yeah)
Please better watch your tone, YSL, feel like cologne
Why you be callin' my (bitch)
I don't even mean by (you)
Rollie
wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade cast your dancing spell my way I promise
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
They're pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall
Swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade
There's nothing left for
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
Kendrick take one
What can I say?
I mean really, what can we say?
Day by day, season by season, twenty
To be exact
Growing up watching him paint murals
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
He's triggered by the rise
Of their suburban eyes
He likes to stroke the curls
Of pretty baby girls
And he will never make it on the hit parade
Oh
bitches on hush (Yea)
Know I'm surrounded by vouchers
Riding my wave like the ocean (Yea)
Riding my ohhh
Two cups, lil codeine, finna fade (Yea, yea)
Am I
to go
I was unhappy with my current predicament
People kept on raining down on my parade
Don't need another second, I'll be out by the door
No stopping
I'm not fine
Servant or a slave understand there's a thin line
They been tryna rain on my parade but I'm outside
Where I do I begin
Everyday I battle
until we form a plan and strategize
Waiting for them clouds to disperse so we see clearer skies
I always sense the grey's that rain on parade's
Have me
parades (rain they parades)
Most of these people be rappin' the same
And most of these people be actin' so lame
Rap people lookin' for money and fame
I'm
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