Lyrics:
The growing severity's not fooling anyone!
These are the handles of the walking cane
Grasp the shoes that wear against the sand and rush
One day it will be
days, our time is up
Prepare today, run away, no more ways to fix it now
Count your days, count your days, count your days, we're in a rush
Time to face
nobody wanna pay me
Bitch I want my quarter back like I'm Tom Brady
Once I write my name all the other ones fading
I'll I do is work while these
reality
Is talking 'bout a Tom, Dick and Harry
So now you learn your black history is questions and answers
Every question but the Black
you're doing the pointing, nobody's looking at you
But you know this war on drugs is funded by the tobacco and alcohol commissions
It's not what drugs
in plain sight
Burning our eyesight
Blindsided by the life outside our own
We're not getting sleep until undisclosed
I like chasing these demons away
diesel, stack these plates
What else can I say
So I get by
So I get by
Progress, time
Blow my mind
On my high, on my high
On my grind, on my grind
So I get
Don't you let go
You've been to hell
And these battles don't matter
Don't rush to the deep
Don't sink from the flood
Don't drift out to sea
Don't
Yeah, snitch ass nigga aint cool with me
Hug the block then call police
Tellin all that shit straight through your teeth
Its a rat race dont rush
outside that infected me and poisoned our land
Now I walk through my flesh with a body that became a stranger by contempt
We must not rush - I live in you
the stress I don't need
And fuck, life's fast, these days slowly turn into weeks
But my head's out of order, think I need repair
'Cause these songs stay stuck
got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
I'm a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom
The house negro, to keep
got something special girl)
Ain't no need to rush, let's see how the day goes
(Let's just see how the day goes ain't no need to rush)
California love
you, by the way
Don't you forget that I would die for you any day
Right here right now, what you gotta say?
You ain't gotta lie now, it's the bed we
these colours
Until I am dead i'll fight by the glenside
It remains to be seen
And I'll die for my colours white, orange
And green"
It was early next
""Ayyo fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car new estate Na fuck it get the beef
these bottles to celebrate my pain (Pop it up)
Sometimes it's sunny yeah but i make it rain
Everyday every day by day (Yeah)
Another blessing come my way
dreams
They wash away, they wash away from me
These days
I hold on fast to land and sky and sea
These dreams
They rush away, they rush away from me
They
Turn the light on
Turn the light on
Spend time texting all day
And as you walk by me
I got these feelings
Some much tension
Mixed with attraction
Never been to Tokyo or Keeper's Day Bolochio
Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card
So calling
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get
I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel
When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made
They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid
I always kept a plan to get doe
Like
I been waiting by the phone all day
I been waiting by the phone all day
Hoping you would call
Hoping you were thinking of me
Wondering if you missed
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