Lyrics:
mental prison I live in
Cause I am so conditioned
By my privilege, what a strange contradiction
To grow up brown in Britain
And know that your living was
lady, hey
I know now fi tell her say, ha
You said you wanted a break up
Your love was a fake
There was a mistake made
You said you wanted a break
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
fuckery, sing what I feel
If you fuck with me, fuck with me, feel what you hear
If you aint a winger like me, steer clear, cuz the king is near
Sing what I
to a best man he was my winger
He said whatever happens that I Better not neglect you
He made sure that I never Disrespect you
I never could, He didn't even
IT'S OKAY
Music by Kip Winger and Reb Beach
Lyrics by Kip Winger
Take off the masque
Take off the gloves
Take off the armor that's so rough rough
Imma tell you all if you want
Want more than you come
I'ts more than a song I was born in the sun
June 21 day I fall from my
Mum there's more where
Break fast when you pop me the woo
Did it with passion i did it soo nicely
I create dead news while burning my zoot
Cook man on the winger
I made
You was tryin' to make it outta there alive
Textin' John John like
"You still pullin up?" You
Was fuckin' terrified
You said you known for punchin'
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
PROUD DESPERADO
Written by Kip Winger, Reb Beach & Desmond Child
The city burns
There's no return
Never saw it coming
The crimson skies
Smoke
on the heart
Their hymn proudly singing
Then the two captains shake hands
The referee is coin throwing
Then every one of them demands
Racial justice by kneeling
Go there with the pistol, no whistle bet you're gonna hear that loud
You hear that sound? Thats sirens coming
Im doing the dash im cuttin
Broadday
What was done was done by a man
So we gotta tell ‘em
There will never be any peace
Until God is seated at the conference table
(He’s at the conference
STICK THE KNIFE IN AND TWIST
Music by Kip Winger and Reb Beach
Lyrics by Kip Winger and Grant Van Dijk
New York City in the dead of night
Searching
We run this, run this, run this
We run this city, city
We'll wear you down, down
Until you're weak and weary, weary
We got it all
But we gon' take
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by
're there right by
By your side
Until they finish me off
If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off
And please just do me this favor
Stick
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
ways
Challenge the system
Relating is easy on a demo
Did I meet you on that demo?
Now they'll send it by memo
Fax me a memo
'Cause there's no
termination but couldn't abandon his duties on Blessing
until all was secure.Would there be enough time?
Eriel realized some of his own strong qualities in
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