Lyrics:
Double homicide
My cousin and his son died
Two more dropped when his other son replied
A vicious cycle that remains
Repeating death and pain
of fancy-free
It was a group in automation getting together two by two
Where people live and love one another, people who live like me and you
Then on the beach
a week I'm going through cycles
wishing god would shoot me with a riffle
2 days just to rest from the hustle
slowly chipping away
I'm bout to crumble
This
There is evil in this world here we go again
It's just like a cycle it will never truly end
What happened to love thy neighbor this today is a sin
I
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
I'm just a middle-aged middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I've got a little two bedroom cave here in north Afghanistan
Things used to be real nice
that it?s done
You might not realize when it comes
And only overcome it by the grace of the son
Just try to stand your ground take it head on
Every
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write
Will you take a look?
Based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I
Same routine just Getting by
Setting sail on cruise control
Exercise in mind control
I wish had my bicycle
Two feet locked in cycle
Nowhere
Circles
Now tell me, have you ever had a dream, so vivid that it haunts you?
A cycle on repeat like your demons are tryna taunt you
Start talking to yourself
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
, uh, woo
0 and 380, bitch, I'll take two
Take your son who done it and
Then sent it like the, ooh
Bought a sub inside that bitch
She lookin' like the zoo
Every minute high’s sending me to a new low
Constantly dividing me mind into two ways
Dead by day, at night I’m the heart of the whole place
Looking for
state
And I was young enough
To think I was good enough to be his opening act
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke
And counted one, two
Your name is the key
Its who you're meant to be
It was written in your veins
By the Norns, you're bound in chains
Beneath the tree they've spun your
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
on the bayou
[Chorus: x2]
Jambalaya craw fish pie fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher-mio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
the megaphone
I'll shout it on the count of three
One, two, three
Oh, hear my prayer tonight, I'm singing to the sky
Give me strength to raise my voice, let
Please teacher, teach me something,
Nice teacher, teach me something.
I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst,
My two feet haven't met
wall, two little lovebirds
Cuckoo to you
Keep them mowing, blades sharp
I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
Somali dad ran away from a war
Now his son's in a war, that's the cycle we're in
I know niggas that didn't do time in a bin
That have never had freedom
sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller
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