Lyrics:
momma not to cry
Pray my sister be alright
Tell my brothers that I love them
I'm forever by their side, yeah
I guess you wonder where I am
I guess you do
To reach the crust and heat
My palms but they combust
I see no fuss
Cause I'll adjust eventually
To lavas touch
And even if I bite the dust by bullets Bust
Losing my mind I feel like a lost soul
My vision tainted by these dreams, I can't let go
Now it's me and my problems locked in a dark room
These
I aint got it all together by a lot
But imperfections qualify me for the spot
Another day another mercy knuckle up
I know that God still cookin' up
to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by
to smile and wantd a child but I was
Ruinin her dreams by livin too wild she said I ; need to cum down and act like a man
And my response was like ; wut
And she has a dress of laces
It's worn in many places
The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For someone warm
Pretty soon I'ma take your phone
Or you should hide it in yo' pockets until you get home
Don't wanna see no tweets about the night we shared
Don't
home after the club
Waitin' by your phone while I'm goin' up
Way too many drinks, I was slippin'
This one here been on me all night, I'ma slip in
She
The spirit of God is calling
Calling to men
Stirring within our hearts a call
To faithfulness again
First to our God
Then in our homes
Faithful
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya
just begun
Stay out tonight and see through my eyes
Stay out this time, and we'll be home by five
Stay out, stay out, stay out
Stay out, stay out, stay
Yeah, muthafuckas
It's time for the real Legion of Doom
Buddah Man, tell em we ain't havin it
[ Buddah Man ]
Yeah, silly rabbit
Fuck that shit
and watched the train roll on by
I went down to the station, and watched the train roll on by
Saw my man's face at the window
Oh, I'm gonna hang my head down
the only one's home is the man in my thoughts
Seed that we sewn, all that I known is I been here before
Start from the stone, never been pure
War in my
transfixed by headlight the bumper crushed his head while I god damn froze
I'm tired of being rude, ticked off drunk and crude
My woman can't take me home
washing, she was widowed by a pipeline man
We're flatland hillbillies, getting by on what we can
We're river rats and john boat shrimpers, trouble in our
to mean anything
And a man can get by without silver or gold
With bread for the body and song for the soul
I’m living my life by the lesson I’ve
home, warm nights and cold Patrón
I hope you don't get known for nothing crazy
'Cause no man ever wants to hear those stories 'bout his lady
I know
to stay on, get my fucking buffet on
I heard they just moved my grandmother to a nursing home
And I be acting like I don't know how to work a phone
But
home instead
Because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad'll kill you dead
But trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this
you carry me, know by god, you're filled with my child
Oh I love my baby, gotta see her when I can
Find my baby messin' with another man
I caught
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
Kiss of spider,
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