Lyrics:
up the kids
Who will ruin their lives
From the love you won't give
And I'll feel so trapped
In these walls of our home
But I'm so fucking scared
Like the priceless Outland
Hold a crown
"But Akhi, you know music is the devil's work"
"Plus when Lenny gonna convert? "
"How do you make it work? "
"Two
there two-up
Had an old skeng, need suttin' more newer
(Fresh)
Roll high more time, not just the weekend
Don't live a low life like Future (No)
Can't hit
I live at home still, not paying phone bills
Hydro, or rent, and my mom makes most meals
So it's so ill, I don't need no scrill
Only cash for gas
Mokuba
Mokuba Lives Beats
Been missing, I ain't feeling it
Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it
They took my bros, fuck the judge,
this cute boy!
Is it two? (Yes)
He's like someone from TV
He's like that guy who gives out roses to those women
His clothes, his grooming
us both
What would we do?
How would we go?
Would we pass out
In barracks beneath bed sheets?
Brand new sneakers on our feet
Two by two into
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In
[Chorus]
Never heard it like - quite like this before
Never heard it like - quite like this before
[Chris Lowe]
Now first off the bat, nah y'all who
Yo
I gotta story, about money, women, and power
and who truly has it
Her name, seems to slip my mind
but her face is stuck in my brain
Can
to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first
finding.
Well we could all be happy.
We take it all for granted.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Timati]
Please save the bay beast
Black white Yellow stop
All let
the one, who die within me, ridin' me turning on the heat
There's a fork in every road
North short cut, live up turn on stone
Envision it right, get
trusting but losing that someone who cares
You killed me by silence but whispered that this feels oh so good
I feel oh so good
And you right where you
colors
I feel like God just blessed me
With two new brothers
Cause' I look to the cross
And I ask for proof of it
To the father, to the son
Holy spirit
blat, blat
Live by the gun, die by that shit
Grrrt
We pull up and hit 'em then change clothes (know that)
They bendin' through shootin' like Saints
shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism
hookers on the stroll
He'd make you wanna say (oh oh)
Every single time an H-O would give felecio
Making pesos
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or Pedro
uh)
Sad that the one to betray you
Is who you often trust you lost in lust
Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight
Fifty-twos
When I was nine
Michael and I
Entered a talent show
Down at the Y
9 AM, went to rehearse by some stairs
Mike couldn't sing
But I said "No one
A young man died today
What have we to show?
A country split in two
A left-wing and a joke
What remains when we tear away the mask?
Who will be
by the council of the masters of a teacher
The process went much deeper, I'm a believer
I turn batiman body into ether
The fellow sufferer who want
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