Lyrics:
'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador
They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day,
'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador
They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day,
Let it Rain
Assisted Living
Madeiro/Hennesey
BMI 2016
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it take away the pain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it show me
Living routine life
In the state
Of police
And corruption
They are
Just a potential units
For full metal jackets
To shoot anything expect
the worship of God
Will no longer seize to exist
Mind of my matter
The rape of a suicide
Take a single life, not with a knife
I assisted you to die
Repetition
somebody tired of assisted living
Waking every morning saying "I gotta get it"
Focus on the paper can give you tunnel vision
Drug dealing, stacking,
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't even speaking your name
Just keep my
Ayo (ayo)
What do you think about two grown ass men living together?
Haha, alright (Whoo Kid)
Well, what do you think about another grown ass man
into a bar
One goes
Groovey
Assisted Living in the house
And when the trains leave you
The air conditioning units kick in
It's too late to live
It's too loud to cry
Living in The City
Living in The City
far from innocent
Went to jail didn't tell won the case see me living
Life for a melinated child is wicked
Honed my skills in the dark ancestors
Suffocated
Asphyxiated by everyday life
Uncontrolled lives
Living on the edge
Seeking to survive
Life in an instant
Frantically on the move
Much
so fineu00a0
You're so groovey
You're all mine
Doo be doo be do
Doo be do bee do
Two guys walk into a bar
One goes
Groovey
Assisted Living in
Time keep ticking
The ash from my joint keep flicking
Ball hog, go hard for a living
Still cheese eggs in my kitchen
Still even though we gettin'
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the living room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I can't wait
Got a brand new SIG and that old thirty
A wide-band vision no stationary living space no static
Structures mobility junkies impersonated speed temporary
Stable units as therapy a supported high visual
Yeah living, Living low key, uh
Living low key, Living low key
Living low key you thinking of me
Living low key, Living low key
Living low key you
with food
So how the fuck I'm supposed to rap
About luxuries or living the life?
I never had shit but a few
Homies and a bad bitch that
Kept me up to par
assisted on the microphone
More like Patti Labelle, on my own
Just single-handed, the mic I commanded
Phony MC's don't understand it, and it
Is the real
people in chairs who
You don't think we're really quite human at all
Since I have no family
They toss me back and forth
Assisted living in a prison home
assisted living
Days pass in the same clothes
Counterclockwise
The world moves on its own
All those people that we'll never know
Watch us from the back row
grow into what
Society considers trash the rope is to us
That means I'm hanging myself by living
The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
It was all a dream, like Biggie said
It was all a dream, me and the unit
Me and the team
Out on estate, out on scheme
It was all a dream, like
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap
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