Lyrics:
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
sit here contented with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue
We count them blessings and keep jamming
'Tis him
sit here contented with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue
We count them blessings and keep jamming
'Tis him
black Explorer with the Eddie Bauer
XL el reefer puffer sells
My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails
Dwell stale mad plus I make now
get famous off of this shit.
Yeah, it probably means it's the End
Third Verse:
So you can break with all your negative shit
Watch me hit switches
Narcissistic qualities is all I see & breathe
When I can only trust myself
Made me think about it
Caught me by surprise
Drinking having good times
So, when you
Mobbin deep with the tribe, deep in the night, you can flex when you bring this vibe
How I Sensxtxze my third eye? All My Friends are Dope AF!
Now, some
Hell exists
And it's called the United States
What do we call
A third world country
Larping as
The greatest nation in the world?
The rest
politics, people with different qualities
Different tings dem happening
Different feeling, looking for a different healing
Read it with a different meaning
Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors
If they the third world then
of thoughts
As I start to whirl
Whirlpool of thoughts
Whirlpool of thoughts
Yeahhhh
Stuck on the ground bodily
Getting in tune with my roots possibly
Avoiding
I blaze souls
Makoto, third strike, split heaven and insight
I move, with the density of a nimbus cloud
Somersaulting snap kicks, leave you
Burn one for the one whose turn's come
Burst come like nerves on the first gun
Absurd, the world stunned by the purse
The burst lung from the germs
Cause she like my steez
Adidem on the long sleeve layin' on my jeans
I got picture perfect qualities, baby, come follow me
Grew up with hot dogs in my
Get all the head, no cabbage
Paint up the world with no canvas
Tipped a white girl her name Candice
In the bedroom doing backflips like yeuh
Oh ma gad
pin-prick
Where its roots are quick?
See the eye, by a fly's foot blurred
Ear, when a straw is heard
Scratch the brain's coat of curd!
Foul be the world
the truth
6 Mile Negus
7 Mile Roots
Indigenous to this land
The whole world ours too
6 Mile Negus
7 Mile Roots
If niggas work to learn ourselves
Then
the floor or bed and enter the soil beneath you. With each breath you take, picture these roots burrowing deeper into the earth. With each bit deeper your
Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout
It's all about the third baby, third coast,
to ourselves with greater kindness and compassion.
Let's begin by finding a comfortable position whether sitting up or laying down. If you are laying down,
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
Girl they're always looking for the door ohhh
Do a hit and run en' roll on
Always bring you presents when they come through
Any jerk quality's when
on this beat
Self driving mode
Like I'm driving a Tesla
You already know
I eat every beat
Take it with ease
Like I'm on some ganja
Third world vibes
We
in the cross the third day he rose they still want the proof
He died in the cross the third day he rose they still want the proof
Well I'm living proof
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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