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reparations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop bein controlled, we black zombies [Chorus] Walkin'
ask For reparations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop being controlled, we black zombies
about what I should do I made a sharp left turn And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12:00
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week Whether PS46, or 151 After school I'd go to her
had crack on me Got big with my bag with some Act on me I'm single and shit and she lash on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused
greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
Uh-huh, okay, murder! Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie Make a quick by most
Happiness is not even an option my friend it is Something that you'll never know Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea Monsters and sorcery,
By the strength of the quality weed smell You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit Niggas suspended from the ceiling Not
you, I’m fine, I miss you too” You don’t give a shit There’s another town to hit There’s another girl, she
the bills An' you got all the land. I think by now it's safe to say I'm not a happy man. I hear yer livin' up on the hill With some guy that drives
and can’t pretend to cause it’s not in my heart All I really want Is just a night at home with her by candlelight But until I find that girl I’m gonna hit
Food for thought, cause I'm the shelter I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya Not to be hot to trot by a haunt And why do y'all got
ya Not to be hot to trot by a haunt And why do y'all got to flaunt? ("You gotta use what you got To get what you want") Cool, I heat you up
alive on my arrival, even though the signs are vital I asked the doc what happened A hit and run accident and not a single witness police never caught
We hit the highway in the shimmer glare of summer And past the window all the trees flew by behind her She tuned the radio 'til music was around us
let just anybody Spew on their vital parts They want a guy from a group with a Big hit single in the charts Funny you should mention it: Our new single
other and their glasses clinked One single unit, inseparably linked "Got a strange premonition there's a man close by" "Don't worry about him, he wouldn't
Anything that I ask her too Watch her baby stick to me like glue (stick to me like glue) And she ain't sucking dicks ain't nothing funny Not a damn thing
version of yourself Definitely wear lip gloss He looks at you, and then he looks away And then he walks away and the smell of the sweater hits you
out with an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in the cupboard My little
a fuck about how much you got She don't care if it's a little or a lot, no matter what she bought She was lied to so many times by guys in disguise,
like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck! I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
A's and they're off to celebrate. Scrolling through the pictures of my little family My daughter with her mom and friends, not a single one with me.