Lyrics:
peas off
our delicate patch. surfacing is
different than facing by surfeiting
and forfeiting the terrible history
of face become surfacing, which
Back in the innocent days there was a young Cowboy
Who was in love with a Mexican girl,
Only she didn't know it,
And he would watch her when she
the ends did ya favors
Damn, why you want to stick me for my papers
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb
How
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
Prayed and fasted Demons casted
Name of Christ no curse has lasted
Christian artist
Guess I'm a Target
Bought by the blood
And it ain't
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry
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
was a cheap way to kill and torture animals
I got to arrange their bodies into hilarious positions
And stuff them with cotton balls and styrofoam
I even
That go by smooth
And have them singing bow ties blues
From trying to convince the world to download my tunes
To getting straight stares from some cross
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still
the mornin', who's the one they calling (me)
Step back, James Harden
You fucking with a Taylor, beg ya pardon, boy you know, it's (me)
Just a snotty nose in
Epic rap battle parodies jAMES WAN
VS wES CRAVEN
BEGIN
Straight from the grave
This ghost’s come to face off?
Then I’ll flip this around as our ways
Or two
Or three
[James Baldwin]
“I am not a ward of America
I am not an object of missionary charity.
I am one of the people who built the country.
Until
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants
Ian saying shit
Hadda tell them lil niggas
Go play by they self
Cus I'm not the one to be playing wit
Just call up on James
Ik he gone slide
Ain't no
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home
I dreamed about my mother
dear old Papa, Sister
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh Lord I wanna go home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old papa, sister
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