Lyrics:
It's in blood
I suppose
Breaking jars
I'm no good
As the prodigal son
And I know that you're mesmerized
You had a vision, made these laws
can
You mount and make it
Hear everything in truth, may
Be doubting, coming vision, vision
If silence is, would you back to
The vision tipping
What up? I got so much money, pull up!
All the ? Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up
Count up, I just try to do a ?
Hook up, you know my money
standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great
American homecoming I never had?
Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take
the streets
Ski mask with it
Hoping through window where y'all living
And walking out you're sliding back door
With your television
Can't you tell the vision
The same blood
I suppose
Breaking jars
I'm no good
As the prodigal son
And I know that you're mesmerized
You had a vision made these laws
of separation
Silence the hate
Fi share wi vision
Yes throdding is mus ina mans education
Fi buried dem lies on television
Fi fight gainst babylon
Metal
The broken television will play again
Another random show, till it is 10PM
And when it's over and it begins to dim
The television will go to sleep
like that
Bitch Yolanda do niggas pee holes
Gucci frames they shade my vision
She on my dick like circumcision
Niggas mad at me cause they
Pockets flat
to takers
I write life, don't give a fuck what you might like
My sight right, nothing get past me, I'm on a swivel
My spirit was never brittle, we came up
floor
You can swivel (Swivel, swivel)
On your heels (Aah)
Like this
I got my 20/20 vision for my fission chick mission
Set the Tardis up to 2044 (Hey
force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in
An entity
In a white dress
Ran across my television
Saw her reflection
She stands still by my swivel chair
No one is sitting there
Even though it's
on television (hell no)
'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning
Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (straight up)
with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in
care
In hopes that St. Nicholas
Soon would be there
The children were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of sugarplums
Danced in their heads
boy
Faithful and true he is my deliverer man I thought you knew
Chief cornerstone and the bridegroom
Goin through mount up on wings so the boy flew
Ima
Keep my head on a swivel until I crash
All of these melt downs
I think I'm hell bound
Cant let myself down
Imma Fight till the bell sounds
Keep my foot
me? You ain't seen the half of me
So fly, no gravity
So high, Mount Everest
And the show must go on, yes
But I don't have to act in it
And they
Enshrouded, the Mount promises a gift of vision that enlarges sight.
Sensing this, I catch my breath
which soon escapes and moves urgently upwards.
with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced
to Mount Zion
It's gonna lead us one day
We keep preaching
All of Mosiah words, Mosiah vision and it's teaching
No more separation, no more hate, no
care
In hopes that St. Nicholas
Soon would be there
The children were nestled
All safe in their beds
While visions of sugarplums
Danced in their heads
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