Lyrics:
a ticket, I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind and marry you someday
Lady from the Orient in a council flat
She never looks me in the eye, she
it's on
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dreams (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I
secretary
In Nigeria oh
Formal Director principal
Queen college Lagos
She’s a Formal Director Principal Federal science and technical college Uromi
Formal
equipment
And supplies for the federal government some
Of their shipments were made on
Government bills of lading others were made
On commercial bills
It's chess getting played
I'm finessing my way
Gotta whole lotta knowledge
I know the tricks of trade
I done learn these trades
I was In Crime
to them
I just find it funny you can't give a hand to Palestine
But you can trade whole arms with Saudi Arabia
Look, look
I've got a question for
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast this is the south streets
Southeast this is the south streets
Council housing
Flats stacked nicely
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
Got a DUI when I crashed my fuckin' X Wing
Ever met a member of the Jedi Council?
Me and Mace Windu each smoked an ounce, ill
He ate the roach
parachute liquor and wine
Seen entire cities decay from the city council's decline
Fuck Don Cline
Many men were born without a spine
Heads have hung on gate,
Unceded traditional homelands of the
Council of Three Fires
Council of Three Fires
Ojibwe, Odawa, Potawatomi
Menominee, Miami and Ho-Chunk
You
the valley song.
Some bad people living further down the valley,
Not easy for us to do good trade.
We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water;
They got that
our backs
These cats obtained control within the Federal Reserve Act
1913, Woodrow Wilson
He sold our country out to those within
Privately owned banks
my lane is
Still in their mouth is where my name is
I know they wish they could trade places
I used to break hearts in the past but that's past me
Then
"Our Presidents can now Wage war at will
Treat all Americans as suspected terrorists at airports with TSA groping and nude x-raying
And the Federal
two dragon stouts, two loose hens,
Shoes need cleaning, soufflé steaming,
They can’t believe I made it in like the toupee demon
Tyna shut the federal
hangin’ with yo’ senators (Yeah)
Might donate, if they returnin’ the favors (Uh)
Pay to play legislation forcin’ out my competitors
The Federal Government
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
I'm older than the hills of Carpathia
Wiser than the councils of Trieste
I drained veins when Rome was but a hamlet
The hunt a thrill hotter than
All white fit in big red galoshes
Text my boys, I'm at the spot
Squad pull up in big federal mob shit
Whole Shield up, there's blood on the lot
Blood
bleeds with foreign needs, money.
We walked for days, we crossed
Buantchama where we stayed
With whom would take us in for trade,
Of food for words that
hawks
Now that's incredible reserved by the federal
Name a twenty one year old you know do it better boo
Never who, you better off searching for that
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