Lyrics:
getting rolled up
I'm feeling cold as fuck, I can't tank it
I tried to blank shit, tried to call you
Tried to pull you in, tried to win you, I promised
I
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
a white collar, black Forces on my foot
And I stick with my brothers like the pages of uh-huh, book (book)
Gordon Ramsey, let me cook (just let me cook)
a white blank page
Don't want to be afraid
Want to take it all in
Live in the present but
Remember what I learned back then
Back then
Back then
I just want
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
on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
""Blank page A self imposed curse Scrawling thoughts To write for what? Crow Lands searching in the dirt with the stare Its black eyes something
the diary I open
First page, "To my love, the first and last"
A black and white photo from 1912
An image to remember from a forgotten past
I turn the pages
masquerade
We were unmasked by the moonlight and I didn't even hesitate
Chose the purest of souls, drenched in wedding white
Selfishly stole it for my devilish
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
two sons' veins
Your words to them on my blank page
And the book we'll gift to them
Will be their coming of age
I will see you at twilight
As the full
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in
light
All the darkness
In need of your light
All the wrongs
In the world for you to right
All those blank white pages
Waiting for your marks
Fill up
A blank ol' page in the night
The revolutions of the people
Very rare like the might
To all my people that see
The truth is all that you need
A master plan
the end you were right
In these empty pages I still write
Blank page clean slate all white
We going to be alright we going to be alright
It's crazy all
Every day
I'm staring
At a blank white page
For my thoughts to take shape
Always hoping, yeah I'm wishing
This one is better than the last
So I could
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints,
and unfocused
I'm not asking you to save me, I'd rather be unnoticed
Fuck it, I won't always be clever
Sometimes I'll stare at a blank page and
Dream up all kinds
didn't obey, he said he made this cash
CRACK from the gun, Eligh lays in ash
Smash, it hits the front page quick
Now business is conducted by this fool
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
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