Lyrics:
you
Then who’s really in control here Jenny?
Who?
Tear gas
T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (T-T)
It’s Jenny with the tear gas
T-tear gas, tear gas, tear
sweeter than old Sadie
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards
And I was almost famous,
Attention it is an emotion we find
Hard to resist or control
And so they constantly shifted
Our focus to new possible
Sources of anxiety: the
Latest health
is my home and I am not alone
White noise, black shapes dance in the corners of my eyes
Flickering lights and electronic equipment
And the perfume
on rockin
That's my solid statement
African shield equipment
I talk like a leader
Future generation
Heaven celebration
Mind Sudanese vibration
Yeah, yeah, say
Damaging tires rim and equipment
And may injure the rider
This is electronic speed controller for rc car
High power system for rc model is very dangerous
just smoke gas man
We on yo ass man
We on yo, uh
I’m on yo back end
Blow her back out
What you expect
We done came from out the south
I got equipment
We
and down you bobbing to my jam
Making it fit with the plan(Ah)
Making me grow don't judge by my past
Get my degree and I still smoke the ga (Gas gas)
Pushing
And drawing diagrams (uh-huh) with high tech equipment in the caravan
(Aight) We hit the spot, the parking lot
Of the nightclub where the open mic night is
going hard till it's empty
And fuck it I ain't going back
This ain't what you thought
Still got my foot on the gas
Still going hard till it's empty
ass-whippin
Ask canned equipment
Risky district sound effect
Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment
The upmost control cut most amounted track
Polish my
of control
Militaries aid the Cocaine Importing Agency
CIA slavery it's about to blow
Now I'm not a Buddhist
But a Herbalist
Not religious
But religiously see
[Hook X2]
You a bad one and it shows
From your head down to your toes
If yo’ goal is getting money
Then you getting to the source
You survived your
that'll travel straight through the jaw
Got breath control, flow like a ship with a sail
Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail
'cause I'm
sources have all drowned
Heat builds up
It can't be drained
Cores will melt down if it is retained
Gas builds up
To a big load
If we're not fast, it will
The plane managed to land the skeleton at the controls
A place called the Twilight Zone
Are extraterrestrials able to accomplish this?
I will
my book that comes first
Controls the soul and the universe
It's the Nature
Black man, Black heart, Black soul
I was born to roll
Roll, like water in
you with shriller rhetoric, as if you had a sac
Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it
With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store
your gas pedal floor it
with ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it
I used the banner of a slant with a zort
Change your strategic
life controller
You control it
You're as official as the person behind the whistle that they're blowing
It's up to you to try to show them
Imagine Kobe
Imma make my own way out
Imma make my own way out
Wandering, wondering, pondering
Lucy singing and the beauty is startling
Speak with the source, I was
see without you
Left the porch dark
You the source huh
I can feel the warmth
Keep the sun from settin
For at least a couple more
Baby you the one that
the grain
We go our separate ways
Our memories never fade
I miss you so much
This song's not enough
Your face controls my
Imagination
Create you from dust
to the source
I was floating over couches
While yall jumped off the porch
Why you talking make believe
I got real shit to do
Fairy tale dreaming
Cinderella
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