Lyrics:
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
on blueberry hilL
mega bonton and some bouyaa for you.
You have to listen to DJ's from all the old age
No matter where you're from this music's gonna play
at the stars, wondering where we will go to when we're gone
To everything we have been and everything we're not
A little more a little less now, when we're gone
Parker
Michelle Laquan McDonald, George, man
Tanisha Anderson, Akhee, that's my fam
We all kin, no matter the color of your skin
Tamir Rice jermaine Read,
the cup
Mary jane dont drink
Hibernate til’ the weather break
Blowin skunk ya know the cave always stink
Bad bitch and she bears it all
Peep the marks on my
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
wanna bring back the 70's
I say hey give the bad music of today a chance
Punk came round, that was pretty scary
It was like a contemporary Peter, Paul
with a poodle-lay(???) you know Kimiwaukee-too-long(???)
KWIRK
Ugh! When will it ever end?
HUNKIE
Captain! Captain! All the stars have gone out!
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
And Mary, after all the pain is gone
I'm always gonna live to be your man
Cause I'd give everything I have
Forget all the things that bring me joy
If
Momma and Daddy all by herself
It's hard to hold down the fort when you're holdin' down a job
She'd rob Peter to pay Paul but he's already been robbed
always respect your choice
As I did with Abraham, and Moses and Jeremiah
With Mary, and with Peter, John and Paul
They too had their fears.
I ... want
of see opposite
Mention her name and my heart gone stop beating
I smoke and relieve, but my vision ain't focused
Tread on me deep, but I let it go by
I love ya Mary Jane
Love ya Mary Jane
All sides of you
Indica, Sativa, Hybrid
I even smoke that hashish, you feel me!
That strong stuff, haha
And now
Peter Parker
Tell the people where we at
Real nigga on the block
Don Dada, thats a fact
Never lacking on the clock
And I be out the way, thats how I stay
your head
When the summer came you were not around
Now the summer's gone and love cannot be found
Where were you when I needed you-last winter, my
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
look upon them?
Vibrant flowers that were picked at the stems?
Roots remain but the soil was sold
They can't regrow
Another songbird silenced
By
gone like Pluto
Like a running back through that 2 hole
I'm putting it all on that line boy
9th inning grand slam, Pujols
All or nothing, no straight
goblin Shit starter punch a
Geek cuz he look like he Peter Parker
Mary Jane where you going I'ma Light that Ass up
And she smokin what rotation she Too
call themselves friends
cnd the doors are all locked with the walls closing in
Just go knock down those fuckers like where have y'all been
I need
the salem trials, insane asylums, and a trace of tyrants. Y’all kinda Jada Pinkett, I’m more like Jey the nitewing. Well by all accounts the hound has gone
'bout hoop
Where they gone off that water, and they shootin that legal
Nigga die in my hood, they arms the size of Vin Diesel
And the streets is real,
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