Lyrics:
a deep and shady valley
In the mighty wilderness
Half a score of homes were there
And in one a maiden fair
Held the heart of Bill Venero
Bill Venero's
bills
Only bout the 100 dollar bills
No Dead Presidents to represent me
Only Benjamin Franklins is all that I’m chasing
Need em in my arrangement by any
Yeah, yeah!
[Babyface]
Girl you got your busines in the street
Claimin' that your [shit] is weak
Been six months since you've been gone
How come
finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down in the Baker
Street underground.
What the Hell?
I didn't make her - with my Baker
see you
Is this a nightmare
Is this a nightmare
Oh, is this a nightmare
You were right there
Oh, you were right there
Is this a nightmare
Oh, is this
There is a fountain
Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins
And sinners plunged, beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all
me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course,
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac
Remember the fountain, it's spilling like words from my mouth
And you hear me, but can't figure out
What I mean by my metaphors, or when, why, or how
some flicks
I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a...huh
I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line
'Cause by the time I reach
and your kind, because our kind is the best kind!
Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen,
Yeah, my first brick
It's Benny, Black Soprano Family
Trust gang, Griselda
Yo, uhh there's quiet niggas who killers
So you don't know who with it
So
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you
merk out uh, ANUDDA DAY, ANUDDA DOLLA, BILL DUNN ENTERTAINMENT WON'T YOU COME AND HOLLA, SEE ya bitch a little later yo by the collar, know i got that
I slept by the mountain
Of rivers we crossed
I dreamt of the fountain
And the coin that we tossed
Now I'm just counting
The dreams that were
dead by 2010
Cause living hate is ordinary
Can we start these stages?
Heal separation?
Are we living, breaking up?
Can I go to the fountain of my
and imposters
But they get the tool through your tooth and oesophagus
This is lyric studio aind there ain’t nobody stopping us
I been going hard stomp ground
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine,
Gotta link up with Nori. Females coming by bus
Man my momma she fuss. Gotta help her with bills. Gotta get her some wheels. Gotta get her some skrill
the mountain
There's fountain of phrases
I'm countin' pages
Ages is givin' up wages to heal the rages
I don't riff
I stay cool let the sanity build
All I need is
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
near...
To you
Like the earth is always turning
Every day is different, bringing
c bright and new start
Life is sometimes strange and confusing
There's no
N****s wanna be the man but playboy there's a fee
Whether you work a 9-5 or hustling in them streets
(I got bills to pay) oh yea that's true indeed
I do
this mask ain't bout halloween
Mans got dat fries just call for the jerk
Imma bill this vibe like I bill this skud I ain't carving a pumpkin I'm
And your eyes make love like an ocean
I can never look away
Oh baby, I can never look away
You give me joy like a fountain deep down in my soul
You
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