Lyrics:
say imma get it
I flip it and live like a boss
A quarter key, to a half key
Now I've got all the keys to the doors
Make sure my cudi be great
My money
one and the same
Mankind is manacled in scriptural chains
Scratching at the surface of the great deception
Man holds no privileged position in creation
silent, I think drooling, possibly asleep
I do love her so
The fence electrifies with a loud hum and blue sparks of light
Accompanied by tinny explosive
Love is the bond between all God's great men
Speak of liberty
Who really knows her
Some live to win her
Cultivate a White Rose
Cultivate a White Rose
Yeah yeah yeah Yeaahh let it Go
Ah what's the deal?
What's the deal? What's the deal?
What's the deal?
"I ain't black!, I ain't
White!, I ain't
spending habits, into savings magnets,
When I have it, never half it, them cravin' plastics
Ugly houses, dusty couches, yeah,
Money loves me, so I put
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
of his house about how he had old broken-down food
About how his house was broken down too
In periods when my dad lived alone
When my dad didn't have
or probably dead
But I'm still alive, looking for a meaning
I'm sad, I'm depressed, I'm happy then I'm great
I'm twenty, will I be good by thirty?
Will I keep
point of view.
I ain't livin in the world though.
All them houses just broken homes.
Paid the rent for way too long,
All I received were broken bones.
I
the white
Whip is so clean and it powers like a light
This one for the fame and the fans and the uhuh
This one for the love and the fam and the come up
This
The president ain't got time for that
The White House is going to stay white
Even tho' we know Obama's black
9/11 was a calculation
And some would say it was
the station,
Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Reilly somewhere is hating,
Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that,
The White House is
friendship into broken shards
So I'll just live with a great big hole in my heart
Some days I smell the coffee roasting by your side
A little white white lie
sit and live in my shell
By myself every night I burn bright
In this pit of hell
That manifested with these rhymes I
Write to contain the blaze
They spin one time, they'll spin again
I'ma live, I'ma live forever
Go make love to an angel
I'ma live, I'ma live forever
While the devil in my head
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change it
Use your mind
It's just another one dead
Another young life
So many young lives passing on before my eyes
So many gave up, overcome by suicide
our art
And perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderers
Are allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians
I said, "I smoke every now and then"
But, when I really need one I gotta have one
Just dying, great tricks
Yeah, so?
To the 69, that was a double
all live for love
We’re all under one thing
The great mystery of God
Take me out of the dogma and beyond my religion
To live in infinite wonder
See the mystery
Broken history
Reformatted by the demon leaking speech
I ain't fuck
Neo-papacy
All yo' nazi shit is level puppetry
Workin' all day no
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