Lyrics:
It's 10.35 I'm on the last flight out of Sydney
Three thousand miles a little more wine and then you
I'm on a plane with two hundred souls
I can't
may prick up your ears
Or you may be daydreamin' for a thousand years
What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydream, my Boy
And I'm lost in
January 6th
2 Thousand and 21
Klansmen were allowed by cops to walk right in the front
Of the doors to the halls of congress
Live for everyone
You know the beat-down is
critical, whenever tricks
Played by the devil
make me cynical,
think of the opposites
Tell me...would you rather pack
upin you,
tied up in your room you got the best cut of deal you lay down,
with the newest i though about you in my bed last night you
were a thousand
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by
proud.
There's just some things a guy like that can't say out loud.
Oh, your mama, well she just didn't know how.
A thousand years of being told to shut
He's spitting on lives and deaths
He's living for thousands years
Hope is fool, hate the war, life for death
Prison for soul, faith no more, God
they families just for our gain
Going vegan one person can save over two hundred thousand gallons of water a year
That’s the price of your change
Farming
a thousand years.
Turn on all the lights and punch them out
Time to bite the hand that beats.
Teach ourchildren well and teach them to kill.
Your not alone
hurt a bit
Get it how ya' live
FYI iI I I I nformation
Who, what, where, when, why, NY fYI
I I I I Information come say "Hi!", come by
Safe beneath
My home don't feel the same
Last year flew by, goodbye to the good vibes
What we thought were the best times
Nights out with the people I love
all my niggas, I pray they don't lack
If I lost all my dough, I can make it all back
Last year, we barely eat, now I fuck on Amiri sheets
And, even
""Welcome to my team. The game is on. Play by the rules or you're gone. I'm aiming for gold. I'll pursue my goal and see how our night will finally
This ways means y're outta here
Like last year
And like to be the one I got some peers
And if you try to do what to do for the best
Yo Rob stop that
to intrude,
Thirty years ago my busy friend, I was you.
I made a ton of money and I climbed up the ladder,
Yeah, I was superman, not what does it matter.
never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through
kicked it to her last year but that bitch she straight up dubbed me
Niggas wanna claim that they were there but they don’t know me
Niggas didn’t want
then
I burned out at 27
After years of drink and dance
And wild well-publicised romances
Oh you should have killed me
When you had the chance
You really
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
I'll slay him
Damage, uh, damage, uh dances, famine
Damper, dancer, Francis
Hah, MF Doom on the beat
Non Prophets, Slug and Ali
Together at last, like
to kingdom I adore
Where the warrior's heart is pure
Where the stories will come true
A cub of the king betrayed by usurper
A girl in the rain
watch the people change
Throwing their body 'round got 'em going insane
Seems like the end is near by the way the people dance
Watch 'em jump up and down
hood politics and naaa
We ain't spoke since
But I still purple reign like I'm Prince
Got bit by a snake G and I ain’t even flinch
Them years behind
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