Lyrics:
the crib watching American Dad
Just keep going by
Nosebleed, I’m so high
Shawty by my side
We been on some Bonnie, Clyde
Just keep going by
These days
y'all Reeva Steenkamp
Bitch I'm Oscar Pistorius
Well I'll be goddammned Swamp
Whassup
Man I just gotta say, I really appreciate you bringing Cletus by
No
lights
Never shied from the limelight
I was tailor made
Taught by my daddy to run the fades if anybody disrespect my name
But I grew up not a screw up;
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like
haven't I seen it
If it doesn't reach me then what does it mean
This life is so hard and I'm growing older
But ya can't let those bipolar blues get ya down
High energy flowin' with the wisdom
Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm
This is what I'm using to come up with a style
So I'll interact
B. Redd The Composer on the beat and the track
6 0
I'm just an American nigga, Don't need no foreign
Reppin Charlotte but I came from Laurens
Went
eye (wo)
Imma just swerve by
Yell out Banzai
Smoking on Bonsai
Eyes on mangeki (that’s right)
We been fly
Talking American dragon
we goin stay high
I
forward, but ... would you like to make love to me?
.... Hmmm?
I ... I could make it so nice.
Do you know what is meant by the words, uhh...? I hate
Black Americans voted Joe Biden in
They wanted to relax our kinks
They'll just use some lie again
I get it they pacify us
While they passing by us
man tries to stab an officer so he gets shot then they protest and riot and burn down their own communities
Because I guess Black Lives Matter?
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
(Their friends are so slimy)
Rub tight them tiny hands (White privilege sweaty and grimy)
Expose your junk and rub one out like a Supreme man can
Ooohh,
and a white car and a white picket fence
And two and half white children and a wife and a dog
And a best friend who is African American
So you think you know
in it when it's costing you a personal stake
God bless the American people
Nowhere to be found when they need you
A slice of American pie, I can see by
[Chorus]
Change.
We say we want
Change.
Funny how things need to
Change.
After being wrong for so long.
How many more voices will say it?
How many
for you)
Sharing is caring
So you got to share me, yeah
Continent a gyal a tek set pon me fi demself forever, except
Man a loose cannon me neva
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
Created by white men or any other white man
That pretended he originated
And contended that he innovated a jazz thing
Of course we know who can really blow
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
will die
And only by action will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
This grown man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, I've
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