Lyrics:
C'est la vie Canada you see our
Dear leaders real leadership on display
When his questionable actions come
Into question he slithers away
Pledging
shawty, fucking on me, she got a man
I done seen everything, PTSD made me feel a way, way
I don't feel anything, taking RP's, take the feel the away, way
I
was shot by a gat
The doctor said he's got no clue of what the fuck man is wrong with you
Who even knew that nothing could kill you?
Who even knew that
your mind?
Carryin' a plastic bag
Threw up by your side
Just to show me I'm lonely again
Well, maybe I just ain't a man
So loosely reduced
man walking dies a slow death
This fight will carry on, no strength to carry on
With a life now clearly defined
And the fire that's fueled by time
guilt
Religion suits you well
But you've got secrets you'll never tell
Where's the forgiveness
That we've all known
You point your finger
And throw
only gon' bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
Out the window like Pac,
curvy making me vicious
Head spinning like I'm ridin' with the three sixes
Mirror man and me done got beef
Squabbin' with my karma
Alcoholic like my Pops
the morning
There was a man there Was he St. Leon?
St. Leon off the logging road
Was he St Leon by the logging road
There's no signs to tell you
something for
And you don't really do it
Fuck you wanna stand next to a nigga like me that really do it and you don't do it
Get the fuck from by me mane
Feel
say I'm not making mistakes
But please don't be fake
My debut comes today
And my feelings have all run away
With the man that I am but understand
Hey,
we'll stay, the most superior trey
Hip-Hop hooray, give it away now
So what'chu wanna do? Got a calibre
To make it top dollar, Hollis is the crew
Man I
immediately.
They got to cross the Mexican border.
That is their only chance to survive.
Government set out a nation wide order:
Bring the McKenzies dead
A long time ago in a swamp far, far away
Where Louisiana meets Texas
And the snakes fall off the tree
The critters are getting restless
Getting
We keep it going
Day and night, night and day
They all left cause Buck came, right away
Take a breath, who rep, how to play
You might be
here upon the land
And the earth that moves beneath us, we don't understand
So we rush towards the Judgment Day, when She reclaims
A toast
all around
Waiting for Jerry to kick the gong around
Thumbs up, keep your thumbs up
He knows by know that when the clock strikes eight
Each night it
chains
Enslaved by an a image to look great an amaze anyone
Who showed hate in a way Rated passed n I pushed faith
Away
(How did you get here)
I let
dawn
My hands are getting shaky
My cigarette is in the tray
I haven’t got the brains to leave
And simply walk away
A man sits at a table
Calling for
a mile away
I can't see a inch
Foul point game on the
Play haters see the bench
Look at the man in the Mirror all I see is pain
Walk past the bums
and so sailed we
"For we have got some letters to
Be carried home by you"
A-sailing down along the coast
Of High Barbary
For broadside, for broadside
They
Tough is life, back on the beach again, just a sunny day
Got no tan, rockin' my leather man, New York to LA
Surf is up, we're pounding the pavement,
whack
Man, I can't keep looking back
Or forward too much
Future feelin' like a crutch
Shit, I know I'mma crush it
But I really wanna rush it
Man, this
the suckas, I was barely grazed
No daddy, just mama; I was barely raised
Got racked wit my pin bleed on the page
Feel that take it back to my old ways
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