Lyrics:
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
a rout
We live in the jungle, fish tanks in the house
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
I got coke like
to country I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallaca?
Sippin outta
many lives he'd saved,
By bringing out the coin, and smiling when he says
If I flip this coin, it'll land one of two ways
Heads you'll say you love
cause they bitches always be off in my bed
Always fuckin' with they feelings, bitch I'll fuck you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so
whenever you write down your goals
You're manifesting them into the real world
So let's live that
Big dreams
Big house
Lots of land and live free
I don't
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
told but yo lives must move on
And never stop open your mind to this rhyme and let it drop
[Chorus]
Drop that
Drop that
Drop that
Let
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
niggas stay masked up
Had the drop head back but
I hopped in bad had
To pull a Mike Tyson off and crashed up
Look too good and you come through the hood
the house, for their child
Stevie raised his head and said, "that's wild!"
Stevie tried and tried
Jean would not comply
She said, "your partying needs, you
and comfort me
You prepare a feast for me
In the presence of my enemies
You honor me by anointing
My head with oil
My cup overflows with blessings
My cup
seen lives stilled by winter's bitter chill.
In my mother's house there's a mansion for me
Where I've seen life stilled by winter's chill
In my mothers
I want a feeling I never knew
Make it forever true
I wanna live forever blue
But forever not a real long time
When you think about it
Think about it
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
a feeling
Yeah
In a mad house, looking for a reason
Fell to my knees and I'm pleading
Tryna find something to believe in
We only live for the weekend
Pop
flirt with somebody
When they walk by
I'm gonna sing out
Sing, oh yeah
I believe I have inside of me
Everything that I need to live a bountiful
from
She gangsta from her head to her feet
By birth I'm her soldier bet the pearl tongues sweet
And I felt the world wind when we met
She felt
breathe in this crowded train
Surrounded by strangers wherever I go
None of them I will ever know
Even my house is not my home
I have never felt so alone
Intro:
Run me my money orders
In bags like blanco by the boarder
Run me my money orders ooh ya
Ohh ya ya
Verse 1:
He said I’m sweeter than
Sending art to you through the mail
To get your painting expedited
Just select first day air
It'll be un trato if you buy artwork by the pair
Shoutout
her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face,
Of blissful ignorance
Silence through the violence that we
Take from the pigs fuck the head of state
I'll bomb the house where he live
Domestic terrorism for
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