Lyrics:
yea)
Smoking on good
Its a Backwoods
Every little thing is gonna be alright, yeah
Every little thing is gonna be alright
Its gonna be alright
Every
without blinking
I’m just trying to find a balance
Between over and under thinking
And if knowing what the difference is
Could calm my inner wilderness
Good
visible
Only good cop is a cop that quits
And only good pork is barbecued and spit
Put a pork on a platter eat em up eat em up
Put a pork on a platter eat
both too
No more clarity
Inhumanity
Why is it difficult?
To see beyond
Before it's gone!
Cry after years and lose yourself
Calling over and over
as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But
the order of acknowledgement is determined by the rank
So it's only common sense that you and I won't speak, I'm OG
That's sure shit, lost thirteen pounds
it all over again
Oh God, she's killing me
For now I lie around
Hell that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me
Just keep saying my
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
the gods feel glorified they got the new vaccine
(little by little) intentions will crumble
(little by little) when the plot is erased
(little by little)
The flesh is controlling her
She's heavy but chose to remain in the dark now the demons are over her
And she knows that her heart is demanding
slow, low is high, stop is go and that is why ev’ry second Wednesday is a hurdle.
From eight to nine all is well, then I roll over on my shell, and all
It is cruel and blind
And does not compensate
The brutal fracture, leaves sprout all over
Out in the heart
Of the garden
Your liver is one
I been fighting all my life, but I can never win
I been going through temptations, who let the devil in
I keep moving by my right, they say I left
time it's about time
Black men never been a racist
It's about time it's about time
Everything is all good everything is all good
We getting money over
stand by love so if this don't enhance my buzz
And the fans die and my blood, the world is ran by thugs
That just want to bend my blood that runs with
Go head
Push me to da edge
Bet I off sumthin'
Find out where you play 'n come n scout sumthin'
See it in yo eyes
Yeen bout none
So if it's really war
Control is taking over me
I feel it more with every breath
Escaping this is harder than it seems
I feel the tearing of my heart
Can you feel
low from there chiefin (chiefin)
I love how he keep my body screamin' (screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, with street credibility
If his
a land by the sand, grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself â??cause change is
is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of
slaughter.
(Wounded,
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen (Hoo)
As the slow ray round about
Deep and crisp and crispy
Brightly show the boot last night
over you
(Crazy over you)
No matter what you do (No matter what you do)
All I think about is you
(All I think about is you)
And if they got a problem
good to go
Do ya see what I see?
(there's some hoes in this house)
All I see is pussy
(if ya see 'em, turn 'em out)
Do ya see what I see?
(there's some
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