Lyrics:
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I, Common, IiI, common
I'm writing in my book
Wit a simple pleasure
a boss
will know
the common woman is as common
as the common crow.
II. Ella, in a square apron, along Highway 80
She's a copperheaded waitress,
upper back
I be too cold ice sickles but I really stab
Only one nigga on the beat I don’t need collabs
Lemme get it right
Before I go and take another
your head, let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I
hang your head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
your lungs and bite your thighs
You're slipping out under the pines
And then you lose your sense of tim
Drinking through the nigh
It's best to die in
It's an ache I cannot shake.
A common mishap or mistake
It follows me everywhere I go
When the rain
Turns into snow
I'll take the broken path
It's
your head, let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I
head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time, baby, I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
And I say row,
your head and let the two-time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time? Baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
The second you saw to second-guess your common sense to second-guess the law of reality
What a tragedy
To fall from the heavens and to crawl in a penance for
really not
Skeptics unpolished, students, professors, scholars
Soon to forget and acknowledge, led by what their reading
Missing sense that is common -
her wasting my time
Pour some apple dapple pine
Brandy with the lemon lime
Fill my crown with gold and domes
How the hell we wasting time?
Like a king
Cold dew and mist
Envelop the pine trees
Sea of white and green
It gleams
The gist of freedom
Just out of reach
It seems
Soft dirt at the seams
the free
It's my main squeeze
Trigger finger, trigger blast
Drum kit sycophant
Red reaper, sickle cell
Hit the gas, zig and zag
Off the edge, little jagged
that has sickle cells
Talk to my uncle the another day, he sick of the cell
My ice is cubicle like my brother O'Shea
That sound like some shit that
gold grills and dickie layers
Sick with it like old people with sickle cell ya
Flythonia Tone baby you know the fragrance
Now what you think about me
Uh
Quarter to two and my mind frame is weakening
Burning that pine and deep thoughts are still deepening
Wild illusions of my family chained by the throat
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?
to stiffen spines
Lists like Christmastime
You know I'm getting mines
Due diligence means your box is pine
Ground is soft, it'll be fine
Body's going off
take it out, take it out on me
Take it out, take it out, take it out of you
And I'm running out behind the Pine Enchantress
And I'm running out of time
me Isaac I grappled, I'm broken, bloody and battled, shackled chains out in the wilderness
So I walk amongst the pines and find my minds forever
I piss Pine-Sol I fart fabreeze
I'm fresh to death catch me gliding with the breeze
My aura glows from my head to my knees
And I'm solid from my shin
of a buzzard
Somethin' for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved your children
There's an inborn tendency tellin' me to grip that sickle
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