Lyrics:
over persecution
In a system which gives them endless protection
It's just New Old America!
Thousands die with weapons of lies!
New Old America!
Billions
a cast, keep my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin', you pump faking
Till you found in ya trunk
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
Born in a town in America
I am a warmup warrior WARRIOR
People call me twilight foreigner
But I'm a warmup warrior WARRIOR
Mommy saw a FedEx courier
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
America First, hits as deep as the South
Words flowing free from your forefather's mouth
In the heads of some people, life is defined.
By
do I sense the tide that's rising?
It's hypnotizing me from living in light of eternity
[Chorus]
Lord forgive us when we get consumed by
I believed that one day love would cast a line
I believed there was something more for me to find
Hoping today
Hoping tomorrow
Taking it all in
looking to the west
The sound of America was the one I loved the best
Laying on the beach watching al the babes go walking by
It's the life I've been
see the terror in your teardrop
Take your belief make it snow, let go
And wait together until we thaw
I don't wanna be another bullet hole
In
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere.
don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic the only way out was rapping
America don't understand it
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Patna, you can't fuck wit' the sniper
the night away
Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun
Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
by its inhabitants
The earth is submerged in white
As we're gliding through a milky foam
Covered by the naked air
Melodies are poured out like water
the bottom of your shoes
Chorus
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music (crystal) in the air
Promenade down to the lonesome
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