Lyrics:
and put another day in, son
That holds you 'til the getting's good
Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days
This whole town is tied to the torso of God's
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
lend a hand in return for grace
It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But
bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so, bitch, don't try
We TRU soldiers, and we don't die
We keep rollin', na-na na-na na
All aboard, it's like
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
you see us passing by
On some dreary rainy day
Take a look at the young boy
And his naked...
Asshole
Like memories of yesterday (day, day, day)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
Nine, nine, ninety-six gon' be that year (yeah)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
Toy soldiers, Star Wars marathons
Two cars in the driveway, two collies in the backyard
Everything was perfect, but everything was wrong
When
magicians
It's me and my brothers are at the sea front
We swing on seesaw
Coming from the hood tryna see top
Okay by default
I'm rising like an undertaker
to quit and lay down the fountain pen
It's like a hammer to the hand
I've got bruises swelling up like pins
We're just toy soldiers and lonely voyagers
Another day goes by
Soldiers die, mothers cry
Another day goes by
Lovers lie, lovers cry
Life in the city not all it should be
Opportunities lost
A penny
higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd rather stay young, go out and play
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
War's going
and I hold my heart in my hand
Like a soldier on his very last day
Cried myself to sleep that night, and I listened
As I heard the angels sing
Sha la
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
What's up y'all. It's Daddy
We were getting ready for school the other day
Camile and Tre were playing with this toy
It's one of Tre's toys he got
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day
Her boots were black and her stockings
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
and I probably need a parade
All the soldiers with me, this shit like green beret
So legendary, I'ma probably need a day (June 29th)
Forgot I already
down in the midday sun
Beaten down like a soldier's drum
You can, you can hear them play in Yellowstone
Worn out soles, aching bones
Fishing poles
them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
I'll be your soldier, fighting every second of the day for your dreams girl
I'll be your Hova, you can be my Destiny's Child on a scene girl
So don't
them pigs to jock me
we ghetto millionares so them feds going to watch me
paper chasing for green ain't no punks on my team
i live the life
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange
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