Lyrics:
if desire is truth?
You can't change that source in a day
What have we sought to learn?
What more could you ask for?
What about service fares?
thuggin', fuckin'
Order room service when we done, that's the sequence
He know I'm a classy nympho
Keep it simple, you know what you here for
Tell
the ghost
Don't be surprised, she's not in white clothes
[Rasheed]
Envelope with the money order, 50 should get me a mountain
Biness to handle when
community service hours
for selling weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million
of thought doesn't need
Your censorship or black-box secrecy
Read the terms of service I'm sure you'll agree
That too much order turns to blind
The first thing I say in the morning is "Fuck that shit"
People are vented and tired, so fuck that shit.
I walk myself to my church service and ask
of the Times and Le Monde
It hadda be barked over TV
Hadda be heard in side alleys through ballroom doors
It hadda be played on wire services
Hadda be
their order and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole
like anti-septic
Respected in the world where people faker than prosthetics
Stay true to a certain aesthetic
Protect it like the hip-hop secret service
blocks from park place
It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up
Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked eminem, and coolio
Plus korn -
a tank near the D M Z
To catch the gooks slipping over the border
They said his mission was to Search and Destroy
And for once he followed and order
Display of paper
Certificate
To credit years of service
A tool of central enterprises
The early hope
For permanence
The words
The rings
of his arm
What the fuck is your problem! Oh lord! Fake Bonanza
Gladiator, circus world
Glamor, pussy, pimp, ho goods and service world
Paranoid,
Please, read from sheets
I am
I am
Sofa king
Sofa king
Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain
Order a rapper for lunch and spit
hours 'til turndown services
On the second floor
Knock knock
Ten o'clock
Housekeeping with breakfast
Awe shock
Coffee hot
Airborne in the French
and constituted the services of angels and men in a wonderful order, mercifully grant that, as thy holy angels alway do thee service in Heaven, so by thy
parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested Magic
And Magic went with them
For Magic loves the hungry
But Magic would not tarry
It moves from arm
lyrics to Lord then I'm at your service
Man I thought I lived the life real 'cause I like still
Kept the ice grill to see who face was meaner
But
for the New World Order
Peakafeller, Rockafeller, fuck these mother fuck out
Illuminati
Regarde le ciel
Qu'est-ce tu vois
Juste des chemtrails
There's
just Hennessey and Rosé up in my stomach
Figure we fuck and then order some room service
I knocked twice, she opened the door but so nervous
Maybe I
bit of math in your misfortune
Miss him with the supernatural
There has to be some order
There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet
war's need
Got their own purpose
There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo
It's sitting on four g's like my phone service
I'm out here
Benz
No tinted windows sea salt scrubs
Body massages ended with facials
The hottest club out in Canada
Bottle service at tables
BWA the strongest name
beauty
Man wanna say yes too much
'cause them man are scared to stress you but
In order for you to be the best you
Block them man out the game like it's
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