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the charge it kind of baffled him
Murder in the first for the champ, we on that again?
[Chorus]
Hurricane
Accuse a Hurricane
Ain't change a damned shame
Peter
I can remember the night, you held my hand
I can remember the tears flowing down in my face
Sandra
I can remember those sounds, bit by bit,
guitar
Headed back to my friends
Together again
Back to that old backyard
Talkin bout what we used to do
All the trouble we got ourselves into
Kickin up
stop making side plans
Amma pull up on you peep peep like am skengman
Amma say it again bitch I fly high Peter Pan
If I get that dough fam I'll Never
Drawn together by common sorrow
Till we stumble on somethin' new
The you and me, in me and you
And I'll be wearing off-white
After all
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
Blacks get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
Angel in that blue and white dress
Oh yea yea
Got me actin a hot mess
Woah Woah
How the hell this happen again
I dont know
Angel in that blue
Celtics game
Reppin' for the state of Maine
Gettin' bucks, puttin' "fuck" in front of
Every rapper's name (Peter Peter) yeah
Back up in the place again
I
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here,
Percs like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God,
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
I love when you letting me be the man
Let me take you by the hand like Wendy and Peter Pan
If you fly by night that's right I'll let you make a wish
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white
spite of what were are
Happy when
Together we can take it till the night turn dark
And we both get ripped apart again
I still feel you late
Then I fall
students in seven seconds just like a vine but we don't post it
We grope pistols like hoe bitches hard enough to break my fingers
And don't get tickled by
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
Eons passed and washed away notions of wrong and right
Watch the colors of the world fade into black and white
Old man by the river, will you make it
(Uh)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
Twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment
out when I'm putting my feet down
Peter Piper picked up a 9 and put 'em together inside of the fucking building and wow he's out in the street now
Turn
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
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