Lyrics:
barbarians bang
We're furious things, we take this as a serious thing
You curious man? Then follow along
I'm outta control, that means it seems
At times I
in the promised land
So the precedent is modified
God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
Happens very rarely by standards
these lames not
Take a picture her frame hot
When she pass by man the game stop
Figure eight her shape
Toes showin' out the heels
Yep I got a few
on the town that is owned by the bank
By the hope, by the throat, by the angst
By the hoax that is cloaked in a rank
Pull up the people, pull up the stakes
that's hard to defend
Just understand these people judge me by the dark of my skin
I got a lot of shit depending on me
Live with these fears of the devil
It's more than one or two
They come in any shape or size, shoulda known it was you
People make mistakes like once or twice, but you know you wasn't
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
thing we know
That can't be escaped
Whether we're young or old
It takes different shapes
Like the leaves on the breeze
Time passes us by
Til it's just out
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
(Fuck people like you)
Leave your money by the bed
don't have to remain so
(Come wave by)
I can't change where you came from
(Your light)
I can help if you let me
(My Soul Find)
Let me help set your mind
no watch mate
Make a gyal know dem pot you nah scrape
Scrape
You look good, gyal you have your cute face
Man a mad over your looks and shape well
Big
at times will blind you
Still, I know I'll see you there
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they
the provision
I've risen my brain Stephen Hawking
Because I've been smoking on that Cali green
Only room for one thing in my life, and that's the finer things
everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(Mi come to rock ya whether you're black
and reform fore you know it I'm on top of this
I'm pouring out my folk lore don't matter what the topic is
This the only thing I do, ey
Lemme say that shit
So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, "Why you in the club, you
problems we're facing)
Will go away
Come back again
It's all a matter if we let things control our fate
Or if we let them shape us in a whole new way
And use
Walking side by side I almost
All the things we've done now
Holding hands togetherrr
Press your lips against mineee
And we'll have a good timee
But I dont
I'll let my walls come down, down
Before you met me i was alright
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life now every February
You'll be my
to plan
What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers
And any chance he get, he can take niggas
He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best
Warrior people of peace and love
Check it
Big facts seems our codes been cracked
By the big tech dopamine systems been hijacked
It's wack
Government
at times will blind you
Still, I know I'll see you there
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they
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