Lyrics:
it for the light: Foreign Air, Better For It
But I'm still the same me, don't get yourself concerned
I'm just trying to forget so many things that I
at the same time couldn't concentrate
Where'd my mind to go Life passing me by really moving fast looking like a slideshow now
I'm really always busy Got my
of the bull on my back
Looking for an arrow
Lying like I wasn't tempted
By that double barrel
If gangstas don't dance
Why you tappin' with the Devil?
My two
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
approve of
In truth God is not up there but inside each and every one of us
Waiting for us to find our way home to him through our hearts
The White
so I’m looking for the fire
Just whipped a pack now I'm looking for the buyers
10 days in and I’m still not tired
2 phones and they flip I'ma build
bowlin ball paper swirl
Gotta trap it white, baller candy bike
I don't light it though get too high
Stay too low
I live by the code, extra credit mode
love
you`ll never be alone my heart will be your home
When I saw you walk my way I was lost for words to say
you just smiled and didn`t seem to care
you
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
back, run it back (back)
I'm the rapping Jack Black (black)
Making this song with a Mac (Mac)
I'm working hard while you slack (*snore)
Finna go make it
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, niggas still waiting for me to drop
(Uh, huh) i robbed niggas for they base
And sold easy rock
Fur coats and magnums
Come
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
of my skin
Or the fact I'm attracted to her, maybe him
Or the fact I'm a single mother living all alone
Looking for a man and a home to call my own
in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game
in the dick, when it piss you over with
If you looking for me slick, I'm probably at the bar
As the waiter come and clip my cigar
And if you looking
the road ended up on their own
Jack on the phone said we're coming back home
Jack didn't know started to go broke
Found a new lane and he started to grow
drugs don't ask me why
Why the fuck I still gotta stand in line
When I go out for a night on the town
I'm sick and tired
Why life seem to pass me by so
Sunscreen and seaside breeze
Run out the store, it's ten past four
Send a postcard
When you find what you're looking for
But I, I
Wont count down the hours
lost
It's like I grind for nuttin'
They say I'm next to blow
I'm feeling like my time is coming
Cah I never had the brightest start
Big shank by my
tired of all y'all crab ass rappers
Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz
Use to be on ocean by the street empire
See my man Buckshot on Bushwick
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
some tits and ass
Yeah yeah she was hollow headed
Still looking at the Mac eleven wondering if I should swallow lead and
Call the medics
Too late I already got
down to the dark riverside
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
He made his home there by
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