Lyrics:
on it
He stopped, he hesitated a moment
Then shrugged and his eyes shut
A couple of feet from the geological survey map
Naked, surrounded with empty mugs
geological age, A geological age
You can cook it in a pan, But the more you try to plan
You're just writing in the sand, The waves of time wash it away
They
and woke, I
Be in New York, just minding my own tropes
Looking for a big pot to boil my royal oats
Could flip that to a earthquake bar
Geological survey
I am he who walks beyond the cycle of Tan
A guinea systematic survey
On the heavens long before
The spells of Kemet
I had advanced cosmos, journey
as a monster
With scars etched deep on his soul
Geological survey showed right away
No metals heavier than lead
Build yourselves a spaceship and rejoin us here
[Verse 1: El Eloh]
I am he who walks beyond the cycle of Tan
A guinea systematic survey
On the heavens long before the spells of Kimet
I had
song
Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate
It must be here somewhere, it must be here somewhere
Can you hear it? Rain is sinking through
Unless you build a steeple
Fifty-foot-high with electric eye
To survey your land
To survey the barbadine tree
To survey the zaboca
To survey
Obama, baby
The truth is America will show you the door
Survey says
Run 'til it's dark, run 'til it's dark
Run till it's dark, run 'til it's dark
Run till
Shawty shake that big cake like you bake ay
Got her blowing on my candle it’s her birthday
Ticking all the right boxes like a survey
She moving like
room
Before I walk in it I survey da room
Imagine a story of you on da news
Run up da green n save up da blues
Before I walk in it I survey da room
Open up your mind as they all survey
When you're all alone you'll never wanna know
Open up your mind as they all survey 4 out of 5 and they all
her birthday
I check these niggas like surveys
If she suck my dick ima fuck on her face
My brother was facing time he beat a case
My shit be so hard
Please fill out my survey
Muchas por favor
Just two question survey
From incubator
Do you want a Comy
Only five dollar
How about a bottle
To fill
geological entity
Grows
You can't do anything about it
Because
You
Don't exist
It says like this
You can not catch hold of it
Nor can you get rid of it
In not
baby girl so got damn fiya
Survey says you the type I like
The type I like
Shoot my shot damn right I tried
You ain't never seen a diamond shine this
love, I love, I love
It's you I love, I love, I love
Climb up over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You've got to find out for yourself whether
love, I love, I love
It's you I love, I love, I love
Climb up over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You've got to find out for yourself whether
too much movement
Just out here tryna survive
Survive survey and fire
Survive survive survey and fire
Survive survive survey and fire
Vey and fire vey
Ayy
Bitch, that nigga had you cryin' on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don't question me, this ain't no motherfuckin' survey
to many's dismay
Just lords and masters of all we survey
We reject our sentence, it's far too cruel a fate
I'll lure you in and take your ship and fly off
You're worthy
Exalted High, upon Your throne
When I survey, the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
All the vain things, that charm me most
I
hesitate cuz
They'll let you feel them shots boy
(Watts boys don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys survey
Watts boys bust gats
Watts boys pushing
Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas watching
Crocodile python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking with me while the mics on
She so ecstatic
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