Lyrics:
I'm a good son
You're a good son
You're a good son, ohh
You're a good son
Free information, free information
Free information, free information
Through
Having no spouse nor parents, siblings nor grands, it was just little girl and me
The window to the world in question was actually the first tablet
or healthcare provider, who can provide you with information and support.
When you are ready to have the conversation with your parents, it is important
books underneath it. That piano was like my home. I did as much as I could with that piano because my parents never got me lessons. It was one thing
Training or whatever and then, so
They take that, and I
And I told Gabe, I said look, well I wanna, I
Wanna do uh, I wanna get
Approval over the shit, just
flying)
I'd rather be dead or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I'd rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
flying)
I'd rather be dead or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I'd rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
training to retrieve this information
You are the only one can who do so The planet is under attack and it’s up to you to stop this
If you complete each
our anger, we must not haste, it's do or die
Our months of training, time narrows down, every one of us, has a story to tell
Our rituals,
training these guns on those
Men in the sand i’d rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
City’s full
I've been growing
I've been cooking
I'm focusing on my training
I keep these thoughts inside, let em boil in my brain
Keep them dangerously close, like
ground
Daycare and rent cost the same, check it out
So while you're training for a new job
Your baby is around people
With no home training let me stress
Hello
Can you hear me?
It's B
Comin' in live from 7.23
Listen
Yo, my whole life inside this black box, time to share it
Overloads of information it
situations
It's yo choice on what you do
But you just gotta make it
They attached to they celly giving they information
My six pack on my belly to give you
risk but that's for your information
Trying make some pape you just gotta send your information
Ssn, w-2's and I'll probably need a statement
Nigga
The state don't make for good parents
So leave my kids alone
The government doesn't know what they doing
Disobeying God and lead us all to ruin
The state
I was checking this girl next door
When her parents went out
She phoned said, "hey boy, come on right around"
So I knock at the door
You was
deserved to know my situation
She's super special she deserves to Know this information
Even though she was giving me Tips I knew she weren't widdit
She told
white not black
There ain't no dragon
On the union jack!
Early years on chepstow road
Was like army training
Running up and down
The stairs non stop til
want me now I'm popping like I'm bourbons
I've been slavin'
Yeah, you know I need that cotton
I've been training
But don’t even see no stops, yeah
I've
raised you Mtfa….
No home training…..havin Mtfa…….
Don’t bring yo Dirty ass round here lookin……
Cause ima fuck a round an put somethin to ya……
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I
amazing super serving daily
Street grads who earned they pay
She in training there's no limitations
Tell her stop complaining
Been maintaining
Staying out
I was checking this girl next door
When her parents went out
She phoned said, "hey boy, come on right around"
So I knock at the door
You was
see me get weak in the knees
Forest fires the way I smoke trees
You might think my parents are Chinese
Always high in the air trapeze
Women see me get
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