Lyrics:
Sitting here at the Flora-Bama
'Bout to open up a big old can of
Good times, unwind
Fall in and out of love in the same night
In the same night
Open, blurry, nurture, loving
Crawling, walking, fleeting, glory
Welcome, brother, stranger, bloody
Ally, teacher, recess, buddy
Secret,
a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
Act II opens with the newly wed Fanny and Nick
Arriving at their home in Long Island. Fanny's
Friends have prepared a surprise party for them.
still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (no cap)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old
Of seas and hills
But oh i didn’t jump
Aufwiedersehen birds goodbye
Next year I’m gonna give it another try
I packed the bags
With open minds
Got stories
floating out with the tide
Dance and sing under gunfire
Open wings slowly take flight
Around these parts a fly can live
A fly can live a thousand years
across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
I remember one year
My mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom,
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel
y'all chеst
She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts
Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em
Y'all lil' niggas
of the (Bush Killa) back to bust
Just us for the justice, in God we trust
I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes
the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my
crib like a center bitch
Don't make me open your stockings, open like Stockton
Grandma told me if I'm gonna be somethin'
Then it better be lawyer
and coolin just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
"parents" 24 lines, 734 characters.
I remember one year
My mom took me
all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
"Parents" 24 lines, 734 characters.
I remember one year
My mom took me
or a romper
Working all year even through
The summer boss up little nigga
Youzza runner shitting on nigga's call the plumber
Never sleep eyes open when
down west coast, no
I wanna
Cliche cliche
A multi-colored decorated evergreen, I wanna
Cliche red sleigh
And chestnuts roasting on an open flame
I wanna
Trained to fail before I could walk
Now I'm undoing 20 years of lies I've been taught
Not always easy let the past be forgot,
When memories keep
show me your particulars!"
I talk in english, I go say
"Hey darling, show me your living license!"
Particular wey na be police particular
Wey na one
people are, like
Multi-disciplined artists like Steve
McQueen that directed 12 Years a Slave he
Was considered to just be a photographer
But then he won
Killa) back to bust
Just us for the justice, in God we trust
I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes to life
In
of the people and it’s for the people
But they f@%k the people and they ignore the people
Convinced that those people are better than you people?
Every 4 years
TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't
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