Lyrics:
tonight
I don't wanna be out, without you by my side
Without you by my side, without you on the way
It's 4 a.m., slide girl, yeah, I'm on the way
I had
know I'm from that block so what
Pause Wole Cole by my watch
The only thing i miss, I'm sorry my brain
Chilling outside with my mom
I bought a Nike tons
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then, run my tongue down your neck to your bare
(intro quote by Kimberly Jones)
children of the middle passage treated as a disposable currency; sacrificed at the altar of white supremacy. born
you've been fed
Forced in your ears
can't you feel you've been weighted down by these deceptive manipulative swine
Step back from these lies
These lies
How
Define emotion as a swaying force while the cult of reason commits their treason.
I thought I read that we're the valuable ones but the world keeps
the Russians
Why the food production is down
I thought it would be obvious by now (by now)
Ok we won't get into that
Might be way too much intellect
Let's
topic
What if God wasn’t real and religion was a cult
Would preachers become false prophets
What if when we die there’s no heaven or hell
and
to Catholic school
And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool
Cause none of these cults want none of us up
And don't none want to see none of us
Back it up back it up 1 time for me
U shouldn't be drinking by yourself nah
By yourself
U know your way too fine for that
Hennessy straight tek
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
as toast
And you're gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
To fill the stocking by
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
another man spills.
Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in Saint Paul (Minnesota)
And it tore me up every time I
done her wrong, you know that
Yeah, back then they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Are still
spills
Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home
that
Well back then they called him crazy now days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy are still ridin' on his name
Well if he
where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
Well, I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion
I walked all the way from East Saint Louis
I never had but that one, one thin dime
I laid my head in a New York woman's lap
She laid her little cute
Deaden those drives stemming from biology.
Reality is a lie maintained by the Enemy who has written history to its liking.
You've been surrounded by
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