Lyrics:
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
Ja dit gaan goed met die pelgrim wat leef
Wat met U woorde in sy hart na U leiding streef
Gee dat ook ek by U voorskrif kan hou
Op U raad my lewe bou
on the TV show
The colored kids will sing
Hoo ray for you and midnight's oil
Let's burn the whole damn thing
Felicia is my dark horse girl
I'll take her if
us clutching they glocks, ahh
Smoking on this pot, no pot to piss in
Visions of my homie sniffing
Wanna leave this Earth but can't
Without a fixing,
That bitch broke and I'm up too
That nigga broke and I'm up
Lamp chop I just pulled off in some lunchfood
Dressed in a lit fit
Water on my lit wrist
He
sealing our future in an oil drum
I can’t bear
The Outcome
If we miss this shot, I’m sorry, Son
Are You Here
To Stop Some?
From stealing our future in
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin'
the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,"
I can feel the Boo Ki ness in your element
I can feel the Boo ki ness in the medicine
So it's water for me my G that's relevant
And All the bread
Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy
Before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky
I swear that power plant was by Gloucester Boulevard
Where
the lamp up (lamp up)
Double G help me keep my pants up
They don't wanna see or help me get my bands up
Kill the pain and I repeat (kill the pain and I
we've been misled by an amber allure.
Amber lamp, they said, holds the key to salvation,
In this post-apocalyptic isolation.
We believed in the cult's
life's thorny rigours
Oh God, grant me your grace
I see the light, it's in my sight
My lamp at hand, not short of oil
Oh heaven, renew my oil
Heaven
Lady Of The Lamp
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In the night
In the dark night
There's a light
That shines on me
And the lady of the lamp she
lies by me and holds
Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup,
Smacking it, pushing it in my ear, fuck
Lord, oh please
What's happening to me?
It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G
Seeping in my head, fucking
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
Well friends you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye
But the first time that I wasn't lookin' she ran off with a handsomer guy oh my
The warden came along and asked me what I was thinking of
Last year in the summer with a Tiffany lamp over her head
Well I grabbed her by the hand and with
ready, I am ready
I am ready, I am ready
For you
Like a boat for the rain
A thief in the night
Your coming is soon
You're coming with light
I got my lamp
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
Then you came and lip that spark
That's a four-alarm fire now
I never made love by lantern shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
But now that your
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
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