Lyrics:
and deport 'em all
Some of ya'll, y'all thank y'all are
But I assure you not by far
miseducated by a piece of paper
by the same ones who approved slavery
In
Come on, meet us out where the trouble's at
I was born that same night trouble was born
I'm from the same bed old trouble's from
We could break down
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
read the shit to ya[02:28.76]Same old shit, some unknown bitch[02:30.75]From a tiny little town you ain't ever even heard of[02:33.30]Chasin' fame
the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
goes by
Ion let them people know I’m from
Let them people know I'm from the south
All gold in they mouth
When monkey jeans went hard with the forces
of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day
And everybody in the country speak honkey tonk
They might boot scoot and boogie every Friday night
To the same old songs, DJ play my song
Well, everybody in
on a playground blacktop
I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by
We could be a story in the morning, but we'll be a legend tonight
I'm just a moment, so
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
selves wanted full control to tell the story of the other side
And this is what they told
The same story as I'm getting old
Tryna turn glitter to gold
shit, but I could back up game
The way you silly motherfuckers on the
Mic talk the same old same
How you wouldn't hesitate to
Kill, buck, rack, attack
Ask
don't care about you, they just want to control you
And what better way than by using what made you
We've all heard the stories and countless old wives
to the side
When I'm sober got more to gain
Life been goin crazy
But I remain the same
Fascinated by my problems
Safe to say they entertained
Look I do this by
And I've been prepping
For the next world war
Just doing my research
On the bathroom floor
It's the same old story
Same old day
Torn open by bullets
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
depend
A grand old lady in her castle surrounded by a flock of grandkids
All begging her for a story of what she did as a kid
Zoe speaks with a twinkle in
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
to the south
The old bird's gonna nest.
The radio gonna play our songs sometimes
And make me smile, erase some miles,
And make the time go by.
Time as we
And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain
East cause I'm sick of South moved West to head North
That's a true story
Follow me on my tour of the misunderstood
Live for tomorrow's tomorrow
If
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
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