Lyrics:
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
buddy, but I've been
Readin' your news
And I'm sorry to say that I'm a
Little confused
You bein' human, well you'd know where
It's at.
He said I read
emotional?
Well fuck it, I'm the one to blame then
So earlier I was like, "Where Cass' at?"
CoVID-19, I was tryin' to check his
Temp' before he came in
Niggas
the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous
don't stink
To hanging on by a thread with nothing left in the tank
It's a shame they sold they soul just for some fame
And fifteen minutes later they
ever
And my lifetime flies but we'll fly farther
Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother
All our dreams of together uneclipsed by
Aight, next caller
Hey busta, heard about you on Miss Jones
(Why you bringin' up old shit? you need to leave that alone)
So I'm sayin', is it true
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
talent at? Show me where your balance at
You the king of the streets? Well, I ain't heard none of that
Just like the South say, watch what your mouth say
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very
of me, she gon' go down
Maybe I would have slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm scooby, I know I'm dumb
It could get fuckin' old, well it's good I'm
of me, she gon' go down
Maybe I would have slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm scooby, I know I'm dumb
It could get fuckin' old, well it's good I'm
been searching for peace
Where's peace? Where's peace?
Feel unease, i'm just a puzzle i miss a piece
My mind is never at ease
Easily taken and blown by
, shawty started to slime the grind
She was growing old, I bet you she ain't even know
She had fallen ill
Being where she has been
She had to slow her roll
dumb
Maybe just slow and they young
Maverick approach
Approved by old Joe
And cotton will grow
Just like the old goat
Came off the farm
E i e i o
On the bench by the old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart
With sorrow where all was delight
The time has come when we have to part
Then my
service it looks almost dead as he
Drops by but they keep on the electric
What a ghost town, he knelt down, don t know how
He opens his mouth just
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
where loyalty
Don't mean a thing
Your best friend will go and
Stab you in your backbone
Some more time, J Hus, I'm on my Jack Jone
I was on my grind, baby
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