Lyrics:
faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
Office anyplace in
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
manslaughter
Don't send me to prison
Wake me up
From this awful nightmare
Wake me up
From this public affair
Wake me up
What more could I have done
Wake me up
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it
Drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies
So I hit up the Box Office
You the softest, I'm takin' ya honeys
the dirt I'm too exhausted
Trust the process see my progress
Been on boss shit need an office
Had to get back in my bag
I swear I never lost it
Tryna reach
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
Follow not his secret knowledge it will bring you no reward
Shunning while in public disallow him from your stores
Have no part in his affairs 'less his
as the office chair
A stolen seat and a fake affair
By your feet, a stack of bones!
The web of confusion is weaved
The shepherd hides his hands
There's no use -
Though their teeth
Preach love
Preach mean
When it comes to this
They don't want us speaking so called politics
Or current affairs cause it's comes from
the bucket
I ain't hanging in there cause I'm climbing up it
I done Switch my speech up while Going public
I was walking beerfoot before The Jordan's
doesn't know that we know who our parent is
Fighting its futile, listen
This ain't a kingdom of feudalism
This is a family affair, I'm with the saints
With
heart surgery
If the affairs of this world put pressure on the brain affecting your system
Nervous, attacking last nerves, breaking down feeling enclosed
always felt this way but ever since 2016 I have been very depressed because of the state of affairs in our country and the divisiveness in our politics due
their reputation's set to blow up to a bigger one
It's a career built on promises that linger once
Opposites take precedence in their offices
No regard
I'll beat your ass in public
And I'll fuck your white wifey
I'm still so mad at the shit I got to deal with
America's ruined
And you bitches want
Soulful with tropical flavors
Money mover
Anointed heart like the Lion of Judah
Running crucial missions pronto in my city by the side of a River
Tom Ford
Man made machines molded in madness
My ambition on a mission filling in the missing
Dilated eyes see more than can be hidden
Florescent lights
to live poetically, justice for the unjust ed, was fabricated, so came the injustice
Fuck the public
That's down for being a subject
Forgive the mindless,
myself to compare to me
You're gonna need more brain cells
Lemme show you the work of a real surgeon
Gimme a second lemme pull the curtain
The public don't
niggas had it on lock
I always knew the nigga I would be, I never saw him in an office
Had to throw these verses in a coffin
And I don’t say this often
If
gots to kill
If you step representin this gospel
Killin me is mission impossible
There's many weapons
Machetes and buck knives will slice through
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