Lyrics:
wanna know who we are, (are y'all some superstars)
Bitch, we some superstars
And we brought our own drank nigga, fuck the bar
Trying to keep a nigga game,
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
on my high horse yeehaw say that boy spittin no beat box let's get it R.I.P Gangsta Boo satan be like
Copy son think I might got me one who is gone stop
a love that's gonna last|I guess I should of closed my eyes|When you drove me to the place|Where your horses run free|'Cause I felt a little ill|When I saw
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
away beautiful souls.
Lord knows, the way the river ebbs and flows.
I wish to make the hurt and pain go away. S on the red and blue jumpsuit, save
wanna know who we are, (are y'all some superstars)
Bitch, we some superstars
And we brought our own drank nigga, fuck the bar
Trying to keep a nigga game,
superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches wanna know who we are, (are
blunts stay tight
(Wet it with the steelo', niggas know they below, status)
And your eyes red
(My fuckin' apparatus, be the baddest
Entertainin',
A white horse breathing flames
And the horseman a bow he doth aims
Laced in poison it is
Spreading conquest and death
Where he sees
And a crown on his head
War, all of my dreamers died
Clap back, watch the nonbeliever cry
Wholesale retail by the hotel
Post mail season ended, oh well
Don't tell me what
Evading
Blast at the jacker then take what he pay me yeah
Blast at his ass if he raiding
Blast at his ass if he raiding
Rip apparatus, dont care about
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
through city streets
New Jerusalem days mega nights
Wrap like a turban tight
Some are tall for those who want to spar
Meet up with the caravan
of a trumpet, said to me
Come up to my side
And all at once I was in a trance
And saw where a throne stood in heaven
And one sat there enthroned
He who sat
And tell me have you seen the moon
'Cause it's bloody (Oh)
I think the sky, the sky is turning red
Take a look up outside
It's a hell storm comin'
Last time
said you like
I'd, hold your hand by the stand
Where they sell lemonade on a Saturday
I'll take pics at the beach where our face are our of reach
I felt
that jumpsuit
A blunt too
I'm on my one two
Check me out
I fuck around and check you
Respect due
Pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat by my feet
took your lives
Grey mist swirl across the meadows
Where battles once ruled the steps
Where the ancient armors of bronze
Are buried and corroded by
your love
‚cause you can’t help but doing so
Red dress, carried by horses
Through the driest deserts
Gold rings, caught up in long black hair
Of a wild
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
all about to change
By three outlaws coming over the mountain
on a horse
not the same horse of course
Three of em
They look tough they look mean
they
many pits, where he waited for his prey
And when Fafne slithered thither, he was stabbed and met his doomsday
Forged by the gods
Shimmering red
Behold,
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