Lyrics:
knowing good from rotten
You're telling me
When something new pops up every day
You're telling me
It's only new, though, for now
Nouveau
knees, to seek the absolute
Cried out to the skies, with a whisper subdued
Day by day, I strayed further away
Night after night, a sinner unworthy of grace
wherever the smoke was
Smoke by day, fire by night
Regardless, you always showed up
Gotta look for you in the moments
Mindfully focus I'll miss most of em
Zachariah Cavanaugh
Was crushed beyond belief
His true love was stolen
By a dirty rotten thief
He loaded his rifle
And he saddled up his steed
He wouldn't
I was nearly drowned by a goddamn priest
On the day that I was born
Daddy's little demon from the
Tip of the womb
They try to hide me like kiddie
apple with the vice grips
You never see me during the day, I play the night shift
Cartilage, flesh and bone, damp gristle
Be my guest, go ahead
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
getting tempted by these women too
If God made me in his image, then he must've been a sinner too
Grew the apple that she bit into
Natural Onyx
First
Eat an apple every day,
Get to bed by three,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,
Cut out
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
credentials
When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me
I ate an entire ornament, I ate a big red one I thought was an apple
They
three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State
them your way
There’s plenty of room so stay
Best way to end the work day
Apples to Apples we popping bottles like they Snapples
See a bloke crack a joke
Gotham
Streets in my city are rotten with bodies
Feels like I'm Peter or Parker
Because to me it just seems like I'm always surrounded by greed and these
usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em
Okay, a one, two, three
Chuh
I haven't fell asleep for three days
And I'm rotten here in my bed
I couldn't tell you what day it is
There's a fire in
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
candlelight
My white knight, and his steed
Will look just like these pictures
It won't be long now, I guarantee
Day number twenty-three
I know it's today
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
After Hours it was cool
Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
Hey mama, I get nostalgia
Every time I'm by the phone I gotta call ya
And I accept when you hit decline, I'm protecting your heart and mine
Monster,
it
I run to that money I gotta go get it
I run up them digits I go get them fifty's
I remember days n***** didn't have a penny
Now I go fuck up a bag
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