Search results for 'childish thoughts by jack white' Page #11

(verse 1)
Yo I got contacts in my jack I don’t remember making

Stunting since a youngin, didn’t know my limitations

Limitless no stimulus check I

revenge 

Dawg I ain’t waving no white flags I was gone for a while but I’m right back, I see niggaz been selling their soul lately, but some shit do not

from wrongs
Thoughts floatin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong
'Rilla on my

Stay in the booth so you know where to find me at
Stay in my lane, I ain't changed, control the climate, Jack

I had to sit my niggas down
Now we

go jack off a fucking dick
i’m not the type of guy to mess with 
and the sad part is i thought you knew this
yet you did it anyway you acted like

look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by

mole hill with a white TowelBe tought like that jack rebel andcover your mouth with an M lebelNow gallop some million gallon DrinksCz its really gonna

black and white like referees, so know they never see the facts

Incredible, since a baby, I've been tryna hit that jack
I ain't no Ham, this ain't

Bitch Killa

X-Raided

The X-Filez, Vol. 1: 24 Garden Blocc Favorites

scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollering
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that

In fifth grade

And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott

And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called

Gu-Gu-Gun him down with the drummer sounds
Hear the ch-ch-chopper sing in falsetto (GRRR!)
Nigga runnin' round with the Gunners round
Might've thought

was tryna excite ya
Roll blunts back to back
Burn up every night
You can't name a time
That I didn't have your side
Always by ya side
You know Ima ride

on this D

Some say I'm crazy, but I say that I'm sick
Now welcome to my circus come here let me show you a trick
Where I pull white silly string up out

on this D

Some say I'm crazy, but I say that I'm sick
Now welcome to my circus come here let me show you a trick
Where I pull white silly string up out

soda pop and snack?
We'll follow Jack, and stop at Jimmy's Chicken Shack right when we get back.
Let's go! You know we got to follow that bird!

It's

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High

lads getting locked up In the traps See I'm too low key I ain't got a talk cap
Smoking up in front of the Jacks Racking all the clothes on My back
Got

God damn
When it rains it pours
Gentleman Jack on my brand new floors
Passed out cold woke up in a blur
Dreamt I was living in the Simpsons world

don't need hoes cause I ain't Santa

Open my Twitter dropping hints like Snapple facts
I like eatin' healthy somebody crack the Apple Jacks
They thought I

Guess I been being to lax 
Must've of thought wall pressing back 
Everything written been facts 
A black king no time for you jacks 
Seems you been

fifteen 
I was gonna put my words on the beat 
Thought by now I'd be running these streets 
Have bare tunes like on JDZ 
But somewhere along that line I

not ourselves we not us
Baby tell me what has torn us
Was it time money or patience? 
Yeah we kept on cuttin corners 
Love was overtaken by lust
When we

oh three
I'm a die a young legend like Kobe
Must be Swiss cheese I'm holy
If I make it you make it
You know me
I thought I was man at sixteen
Then I

only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is