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Is part something from the Qu'ran or maybe part Corinthians
Part nigga like that group Cube or Ren be in
Or was in, either way, knock 'em down by
a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my
worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
(What the fuck?)
my daughter
But she keep on eatin' my sun
Yeah, my bitch Japanese, my pants Vlone (yeah)
She so bad, look like she mixed with some Nia Long (yeah)
all down to love and hate
If you open doors for me
I'll have the manners to respond
I'll treat you like mine ah babe, ah baby
Sunshine's better
450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a O.G., 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded
We took a trip down to the islands,|And we got a little carried away.|We thought we'd unwind, and lost track of time,|and we woke up on Christmas
a little kid at a three ring circus (no)
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say
I
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
3D
Sitting in my day care
It was day-glo painted
You see me i'm a drinker
You see me now i'm sainted
Chased by the plaintive
Haunted by the medium
Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumors
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Knockin', knockin'
Knockin', knockin', knockin' doors down, showin'
In an Arizona town one day
Bill Venero heard them say
That a band of Apache Indians
Were on the trail that way
Heard them tell of murder done
Three
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
Formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds
They're asking if you have any leads
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
Formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds
They're asking if you have any leads
rise at ten thirty
And reach Kempton park around three
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
And you ought to see Wooton watch me
I lean
fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
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