Lyrics:
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They not closer
We just toast up
I'm a dundada
I'm a damn rasta
You can not catch cuz my game moves faster
I was blessed by her by her
My number
not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't apologize
[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick
I know this is hard
It's taking us farther
We're fightin this war for our sons and our daughter
But under the water
Is where we discover
The reason
Hologram]
Complexities break entities when hardcore be the factor
Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor
Fractured by my supernatural
We took plenty risk
Gambles with my life that's what it is yeah
You going live broke or die rich
Build this from the ground brick by brick huh
I'm
on drugs, cuz y'all be dealing em
We just chameleons, adapt to our environments
But I got sons to raise, I'm tired of this shit
I understand what its like
Money makes a man and that's a crime
If we all were rich, we'd spend more time
With our daughters and sons, they're losing their minds
We all feel
"All I see is blood and murder, my mind state"
"Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate"
"All I see is blood and murder, my
ooh
He called you out of darkness into light
Nothing less, nothing less
Than Royalty
Nothing less, nothing less
Than Royalty
That's who we are
Nothing
make sure all of them they fed
By any means
Can't be no excuses, my children can't eat no excuses
My daughter can't sleep in excuses
My son needs
fearful and weak and a devouring night presents its cold
We, the sons of Satan are gathered so silent around a fading flame
We... drinking from silver cups
We are quitters
So call your family
The son that matters
Don’t love nobody
But you
Well i’ve got a love for you
We are quitters
So call your
multiply, peace
I'm so unbothered, I'm so unbothered
Y'all be so pressed while I'm raisin' daughters
Sons of empires, y'all make me chuckle
Stay in your
we're all bare
As the time passes by things have got to change
When it's all said and done we're all praying to the same sage
They callin' me
Mother father brother sister son daughters
We are the rabbits that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
Beg for your money just
know
You are you are
You are blessed
You are you are
More than a conqueror
He will paint your life colourful
He is the way The truth The life
The light
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
twittering, they're all babysittering
Spring, Spring, Spring
Why, it's a beehive of budding son and daughter life
Every family has plans in view
Even down
twittering, they're all babysittering
Spring, spring, spring
Why, it's a beehive of budding son and daughter life
Every family has plans in view
Even down
have been weighing on me mentally
I'm using sex to escape I need you physically
Like I just want the free trial cancel all the fees
Can we skip
existential imperfection.
We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs bullets bouncing off stonewall saints laid to rest by our Forebear at their
my son and my daughter
[1] - if you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel
This blessed Babe was
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by,
Yet in thy dark streets
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