Lyrics:
benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst
Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine
And I hate that
know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst
Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine
And I hate that
Yeah, fuck my life. That's how I feel when I wake up.
I don't see no light inside this tunnel of mine.
My girl just left, I guess that we're gonna
got to pilot the plane
This life ain't no walk in the park, it's a jungle, we all got a lion to tame
And I'm grabbing mine by the mane, I don't plan
Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello.
You really want to know?
Well, I'll tell you,
three wise men.
Wise Man 2: We are astrologers. We have come from the East.
Mandy: Is this some kind of joke?
Wise Man 1: We wish to praise
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
little fingers
Up onto mine
I'll miss the feeling when you
Say you'll be fine
'Coz the clouds are fading me
Away
So just
Walk with me, for company
'Coz
bring
By now I just expect that
Got that friction. You can bet that
Just gotta let this little light of mine shine
Cause I been down but I feel that it's
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
yeah my debt is paid
With this little light of mine
Oh dear, I light the way
Pulling through for all my homies god is whipping so I sleigh
My God always
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin'
forbidden like pig
You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
[Break: RZA]
Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
Enrage the war on this wicked society
Raise your
light bills up
Catch a slight chill running when the mic gets touched
By the white Mike Tyson
Yeah, but I still like him
And he was so nice
See if I give
to heaven
Yet I'm stuck behind this car
I feel that you the type
That know a little who you are
I bet you thinkin' I'm the
Type to peel off ignore tomorrow
gon' have a little church up in there
Oh, oh, oh, I'm blessed
Wakin' up, thankin' God
Every day is feelin' just like Sunday
Wifey fly, by my side
see my name up in shiny lights
Understand everything in this world gotta price
Regardless the ticket I vow to get mine
They gon envy the kid
Till
nigga kids but she swallowing mine
And that's why you all in my mind
All in my line like caller number nine
Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-
mine our little section in vain unbeknownst to most
Were not even the main veign
And underground trains can take you to planes with different names
wallet I'm on top of the world
And all this simply created cause I got heart broken by a girl
Now it's my time for a little self care
Feeling closer to god
the descendants of kings and queens, this relevant information
May adjust the attitude of our teens, who could use a little special education, a good
Wholesome
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