Lyrics:
should be in a democracy
In a democracy that needs free speech
And if your professional association doesn't allow free speech
Then it should be disbanded
'cause I come to defeat (They don't wanna)
I peep, these niggas all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
It's a new weirdo every week
as a private sphere
Do protect the children
In case of mistreatment
I beg you to do that
Because we are of the same custom
Being aware of what is happening, is
back in them days
As a child, I was traumatized, played with the gang
We gon' get it neutralized
I show my neck, it look like a sapphire
Ain't talkin'
MTV Cribs and plan out how I’m bout to live (All private everything)
Sippin’ smoothies in the cuzzi'
After ballin’ on the court
Settle in to a movie
exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fall
Cause we living in denial, but these lessons are vital
When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice
child of destiny
Nothing's coincidental, everything meant to be, now
Oh, the poem you need to listen in
(you just fly with the most)
And you can find my
The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step
Who’s rubbing who; Hush hush. This is private practice.
I'm not even ten. How could this happen? Tragic.
Then I found the stash; it was rated X.
Tapes,
one ever told me about the spaces
I would sink into have I fell from the high of healing
Once my therapist leaves to start her own private practice
good private teachers
And accept the resulting costs
As money well-spent my first teacher
Not to support this side or
That in chariot racing
This fighter
on a private J
Night and day never gonna quit though the skies are grey
I am made practice for the days I will say I am made
When we ain't gotta call out
never flaccid
She say the way I get it crackin' is like my private practice
I charge 'em taxes cause this dick ain't free
But that pussy is an offshore
the package
Yea they seal it and they stamp it
In the hood like a manican challenge
I felt abandon
Like the only child
Yea them ghetto kids running wild
I can
wanted to be yeah was a happy child
Get a job, build a house see me driving fancy cars
What is crime? L-O-L never wanted to practice that
Its not my fault,
lovin her body
I'm lovin her style
Our private party
We be acting buck wild
We practice making a child
When I part them waters
Don't drown
She's peaking
like the Loch Ness
Everyone in the city knows that we got this
Spit the hot shit
That make you lose your noggin
I beg you pardon
I'm the next in line
I
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