Lyrics:
dreams
Land land of Liberty we're run
By a constipated man
When you live in the past
You refuse to see
When your daughter comes home nine months
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat,
Away by the waters so blue
The ladies were winding their way
While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water
To bathe in the cool of the day
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing a face that
She keeps in a jar by the door- who is it for
All the lonely people where do they all come
It was brought on by that butcher
If my grandma Tzietl, may she rest in peace
Took the time to come all the way from the other world to tell us
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
And the boy was just
In a place called Sheriff's County
There's a story goin' round
And it echoes through the swamps of FLA
About the sheriff and his daughter
That he
to no good
Besides your sons and daughters
Already know how that feels
One day (One day)
All the queens will gather round
Spreading love and unity so
the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one,
One, two, three, four!
Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
away
Grace on display
Saved for You
We once were orphans
Now sons and daughters
Now we belong to You
Our sin was great
But Your grace was greater
All
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
got me outta my grave
All my partners say I'm changed
How am I gon' stay the same huh!
Lord have mercy and pity on your son
From what I once was
a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All
For all the money in the world.
I'd never trade my daughter Toya
For all the money in the world.
I'd never trade my only boy
For all the money in
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
at the wall
So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall
Survive on ledges bitten in dust
Knowledge and virtue is stricken by lust
Really believe
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's
I only wanted to
Kill the pain and the sorrow
Instead I buried you
And killed the happiness in me
Can you hear the laughter
Coming from my grave
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
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