Lyrics:
to speak
One of the biggest clubs
Fighting mid-table teams (Fuck)
I'm having nightmares
In the Theatre of Dreams (Argh)
Back then we all thought
That
frères d'armes sont mes frères de sang
Pas d'faux négros dans ma bande
J'vis dans une pièce de théâtre et j'me défonce à chaque entracte
Ma vie est une
bad
Forgot to mention to say
Theatre's like how she acts
Always puttin' on a play
So for my heart she can grab
Feelin' that I've been betrayed
Squeezing
They be on the same shit
They be like you changed
Yeah you right
Shawty treat me good she gotta go I'll miss my flight
Sold out clubs for these shows
Marquee
In the club tell the DJ turn it up aye
I'm up in the Marquee
In the club tell the DJ turn it up aye
Shut up don't talk me
Shut up don't talk me
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
still thugging I'm still getting drunk
But I ain't never need no friends in the club
Once the music playing
Can't hear what the voices saying
No one
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
It's the mothers hitting weans it's the addicts finding veins
It's museums parks and theatres riding outer circle trains
It's the pubs the clubs
crib, or a new theatre
So lemme state huh
It's gettin late huh
Yeah I wanted you but you've been playing games huh
You're like a white cutout
Within
There's no point in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where
make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
And Tra-Knox keeping it real
Tearing up the club
We got what you want
So you cannot front
Everybody get on the floor
Yo we ain't stopping til the morning
home
To the theatre of dreams the beauty of my club
I love this game
I feel array
In the theatre of dreams the beauty of my club
O Reds
We are Red
Red
barber shop
Or you can read it all on the restroom wall
At the bus depot, yeah
Why do they fight all the
Time at the Streamline Club, uh
Mr wells puttin'
Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck
want this
I want her
Im coming thru
I bump her
Like damn bro thats sexist
Im like nah man, but check this
My crib got a pool and jacuzzi
I got a theatre
It's the mothers hitting Weans, it's the addicts finding veins
It's museums parks and theatres riding outer circle trains
It's the pubs the clubs
like a theatre
Ima hit him with this Nina
I had blood on my sneaker
I had a meeting with the reaper
They watching Roney like a theatre
(They
that's my top 3 in the order
Never took a shortcut
Meet a Crip off the late back
Y'all look like a short club
Shoutout to my loyal ones, I wish that it
Gus is the Cat at the theatre door
My name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus
but that's such a fuss to pronounce
That they
No I don't expect
You to forgive me this
Siding with the soldiers who say
We cannot win the day
A theatre of war the frame
Inner conflicts now
To come in this crusty ass club if I wasn't playing
He's like "I'll put you the fuck out"
And when you put your word like that its like third strike black
Found Glory, Yoda
Calavera's house, Creekside, Century Movie Theatre, bitch!
Obi-Wan, Lightsaber, Tice Valley, Gym Dodgeball, Santa
Halo 3, Set Your
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