Lyrics:
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
shit is due it's doo doo
And who knew that too cool fool who
Used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack
Like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul,
is Causing
War, Because it's you, Who's
Causing yes it's you, Who's
Causing War
I and I looking for love
Every where Inna this World
Some of Dem Cold
is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put 'em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can't ignore
with the beast
Who's the feast
It was me
No more suffering
No more lies with pretending
Struggle till I'm out the other side
Some can just coast by
I
the wrong turn
Now all the ashes are poured in the urn
And sink below
Said I am the one who has set it in stone
And I am the one who is paving the road
Now
Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than
to have fun tonight?
Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer
Kick it to the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will but
him and the t-shirt guy say by the edge of the pool
And when the girl who was really skinny
(and insensitive to climatic changes)
Took off her clothes
soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with is that industry dough
BMI,
Aye yeah
Yeah yeah
6PM On A Plane
One way to MIA
Get away to keep me sane
Having flash backs I can't erase
Im losing people by the day
Some of em
Where entrapment lurks like a stealthy spider
In society, order is everywhere
It's either active or passive
You take or you give
The transactional system
Ignace
Under the rocks
That are played with by children
And thrown at Malcolm
Who's still stuck to the sign that says
"Welcome to Ignace"
It's Christmas in
Yo when will this die
No when will I die
So who will they send
When it is my end
Dear Diary
It's 11pm
Yeah
My head feels like it's going to burst
the morning looking like death
The suns going down
Don't wanna know the rest
It's a mass effect
Sunsets and cigarettes
3pm is too early this morning
My head is
The pain I wasn't seein' though
Before this we were trading songs
Do I Wanna Know and I Wanna Be Yours
Company by Drake and The Louvre by Lorde
AM to the PM
up, all this walkin around I'm gonna stop it
This gun I'm gonna pop it
'Cause at this time 12 pm my gun is all you might be seein
If you sight seein
been affected
And to top it off, Starks got ejected
Problems, problems, problems, woe is me I'm having
Problems, problems, problems
Just last
me know lately I been in the sea
Need a freak by the pm and am and pm
Shot a couple DMs I'm living carpe diem
The end of us is on it's way here now
Morena"". We recorded this song because we believe it remains the fighting password of all those who thirst for justice. ""Grândola Vila Morena"" is much more
my luck
I can't take it up, God why you takin' stuff
It's way too tough
Like some angel dust cuz things is crazy huh?
But toughen up, this is
pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile
watchin' yo mental mix is gettin' twisted
Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block till it get hot snitch we
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