Lyrics:
floor
Wood plowin' a few more doors
Fingers don't slow by the whole
Roll, run it by decimal
Test shows while tentacles all got a hold
Suction down my toes
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your face
She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your
black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the going gets rough
I ain't scared of your brother
walls/
The game, is called, the rain, it falls/
Same as it's always been, white plain walls/
March to the beat of the drum in your heart/
In stark
Take a look into these eyes. Now tell me what you see
Shadows of your former self. Your guiltless agony
The mirror shows your worth. Oh how we've
to the shine I'll take if I live by works then I'll die by faith
If I see your design I'm straight but I don't recognize your face
I don't recognize your face I
fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and fags
Who
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
to what I wish I had said to your face
You're plain white lies right in my eyes
I've lost myself to your disguise
You screwed this then you said goodbye
Let me get out there
Let me get loose
Let me buss out this plain white tee
And my skanking boots
i got a backwood too
And I can back a few moves
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
Shit get your suit black
And your casket grave
Pick up a brick and then bash your face
Catch you with your kid
They'll get snatched away you screamin'
And your heart,
Yes I know your heart is always on the run
I hate what I've become
But I'm still gonna leave you
And I don't think you should stay for
And your heart,
Yes I know your heart is always on the run
I hate what I've become
But I'm still gonna leave you
And I don't think you should stay for
And your heart,
Yes I know your heart is always on the run
I hate what I've become
But I'm still gonna leave you
And I don't think you should stay for
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody)
with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be without me
Gucci mane
I got a mature wrist
Plain Jane
Might fuck a mature bitch
Like Ron Jeremy
Suck
ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her
Everyone is either making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival
getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her
ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her
a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had
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