Lyrics:
(Voice box)
Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew(2x)
(Tray Deee adlib)
Yeah!(2x)
(Tray Deee)
Comin from the city where no pity is
ugly then
So are you
So are you
Everybody talks bad about somebody else
And never realises how it affects somebody else
And you bet it won't be
Hit it
Somebody tell me where the trophies at (Uh)
Somebody tell me where the trophies at
I got my whole crew on and my old junk sold
If you givin'
its finally time for us to rise and
Revolutions never die
Institutions won't survive
Religion is a lie
We will never cuss to rhyme look
I have anxiety
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe..
[Chorus]
U got it, you got it bad
When you're on the phone, hang up
when they all get together
In the bar or in the restaurant
In somebody's room the one thing they don't
Talk about is philosophy
It is very bad form
me
Question religion now (O oh)
This a real bad time tryna
Change my vision now (O oh)
Tryna rule this world lil
Daij the militia now
That's why me
to hear what all you rappers could be
But you lack the routine of mastering your craft for your greed
Your cash is the reason why you won’t have no
war
Verdict arrives
But I won't comply
They seem to agree
that I've lost my mind
Why spend my days in a place that's bad for me
A lucky man won't
war
Verdict arrives
But I won't comply
They seem to agree
that I've lost my mind
Why spend my days in a place that's bad for me
A lucky man won't
morals faded
And how it's society that made them hopeless
With religions that made them so soul-less
They keep blocking my speech
And won't allow it
step away, do some livin'
Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me
much,
And think about things which are, you know, bad
So, try to find somebody who will help you, man
Peace
the Skin"
Prophesied "Last Rites/Loved to Death" my friends
Then I started seeing "Bad Omens" in my head
"Good Mourning/Black Friday," will I "Wake Up Dead"?
got me trippin' (nah, nah)
She got me down bad
You hate being alone (know that you hate it)
Need somebody to call (body to call)
But I won't pick up
Chill...
Gifted...
Bad boy things...
Make somebody wen day there
Make you call me cinderella ooo
Halleluhia
Make somebody wen day there
Make you call
You tell my darling once more you are free
Won't somebody read this letter for me?
would mistreat her.
Her mum was just as bad, when she got mad,
was more than glad to lend a hand in helping him beat her.
Sonita, used to wear
Be hanging in shame
She doesn't give a toss for her appearance
She won't wash, comb, or even dye her hair
We'd like to strangle her by her hair
knowing that I'm worth wait
Or at least my weight in precious gems
So I'm steadily steadily steadily
Trying to lose my religion, like R.E.M
Created in
cussed out by my mama
Herpes in my blood and that shit got me cryin'
I really got feelings, you see without science
Somebody ain't real, I'ma cut my
it before, it's another death pall.
So somebody's coming with an answer to the shit,
Just bad rock and roll chivvied up a bit.
Someone's looking
stick me up
Or getting ignored by the church folk
I know they seen me in their vision but for intervention
They too busy with agendas and religion
Is
to live for
But she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
He abused her love and treated her so bad
There was not enough education in her world
That could
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