Lyrics:
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
or two
Leaving all I loved behind for what nobody knew
Stepped out on the stage
A life under lights and judging eyes
Now the applause has died and I
Years may come and go
But you will always remain
Etched in fading worlds of light
Marred by a failing jade relapse
A jade relapse
Sharpened blades
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
I've pulled down my lace and the chintz.
Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius?
I'll send your love to Zeus.
Oh, by the time you read
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Here labeled as a lunatic, sequestered and content
There ignored and defeated by the government
There's an oriented public whose magnetic force will
to get liquor and clothes
Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
Made to undress in the wilderness
I will never
your life style scary
No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate
Tryin' to annihilate
The one a two annihilate you
They got some dude just to get
pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky
10 toes touchin' the ground
Bitch nigga
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
drinking, but not in the park, no-ones in the bars, by order of those in charge
2k and no crossing the line, well I'm thinking again, you might be right
This
Here labeled as a lunatic, sequestered and content
There ignored and defeated by the government
There's an oriented public whose magnetic force will
his brother's voice
As you're facing the path that divides
Ah, I will always be here by your side
I feel my pulse begin to raise
Beads of sweat
know you barely try]
I love The Smiths and my cigarettes, like you in my bed
But, I don't need you to get by [don't need you]
She says it's alright, yeah
get jiggy with niggas
Don't make me Will Smith me a nigga
I just told a model, "You only my side ho
I will put you out, ho, you must think you Latto
by the drums
You know its it
Told yall we would never quit
New coupe
Dark tints
Black shades
Jordan kicks
Fresh prince, will smith
The money go flip
There, in its pure and silver beam,
A calm and gentle scene
Shows the peace and the joy He will bring to us all.
Chorus Everybody, everywhere…..
the Smith's
I need another plate cause I'm eating on the grits
I'm not a hater imma fan of niggas
But if you talk behind my back I can't shake hands with niggas
days
You gotta wear a vest
1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West
Something jump off a nigga cap, everybody cap
Worst about it is every
Fuckin' body's
instructions that I can see
To steer by
Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
Two or three
homes
For the violence of a nation gone by
Or the politics of weakness
And the garbage dump of souls
That will now black the sky
Their yellow
down by my side
Take my overcoat
When will we get out
Maybe we will soon
Some of us losing it
Some of us breaking down
Some of us speaking out
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
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