Lyrics:
know about sleeping on the floor
In a caravan no window no door
Don't tell me ya broke man you've never been poor
Your heart would be broke if you'd seen
close to the dark and write down what it says
Like it's words of your own
And dig a hole inside yourself and bury them there
Thanksgiving day is
going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?
Lied to by my homie bitch, dog
What's goin' on?
Fuck the world and let 'em die slow
I'm blowin'
at in Yoruba
All last summer's days gone playing Geminis
You know Andre's talks had me getting by
When you got that stank on ya, the flies arrive
And they
July
But this ain't no paradise
Corona mask for disguise
So if he dies then he dies
I know my path is divine
But there's a fault by design
No doubt ever
even where we stay
Videos shows the visuals of jams today
Coinciding with the rhythm of the heart and neck
The brakes got you in your proper
In the back seat of a caravan, caravan
Headlights for the dawn Jimi coming through on the 8 track
Old friend in the back of a rusted out hippie van,
that ain't Chop, that bang-bang, that blocker
And all you niggas is blockers, change your name to Ibaka
Shit real, shit been real and shit just get
Purchase your tracks today
Jaina
This is J-A-I-N-A
Thanks
Now tell me, have you ever seen a body bag
Costume, tape, and chalk, and then a caravan
about this strange dream that I dreamt
Where all around the world I went
I tried to run and no one followed me
Today I sat on your porch and waited for
Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man.
(One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on Techa Nina, let's rock this place)
Tech's in
To the beautiful mothers of my kids
And all the mothers around the world
Night, destiny
Life is good
is a taste
What is yours, what you eat all day? (What you eat all day?)
And if your love is a game
Are we losin', losin'? Oh
World is gonna
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
come out from your comfort zone you see fucking I'ma saying.
World is a tuff world. War in a tuff world battle not yet end feeling you are winning world
, the world is yours
Might not exist very soon
Free the prisoners by enlightening the room
Pass around the chalice it destroys all the malice
Results yield
I need to give, I need to live
For the world is slowly turning
And the lights of love are burning in my eyes
CHORUS :
Caravans, oh
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
home
When the wind's from the east
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
remember that word
Lyrical splurge, electrical, surge
This is my life let me roll the dice
Rolling some trips, four, five, and six
I'm on vacay so why do you
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