Lyrics:
nigga
We don't do no drive by's
How 'bout now, bitch? How 'bout this?
How 'bout that? (21) Check my wrist (21, 21)
Fuck a bitch, hit licks
Zone 6, slick
Oh, they come in the night.
Sometimes, to catch you while you sleep.
When they come, then you'll see.
They're only there to take away you and me.
the race
Getting first place
Winning the Gold
Which is, what I realized it's all about fitting
The Mold
So, I Un-shackled my-self
By not listening to what
You'll persist me 'til I'm done
I tried sticking by, trying not to move
But everything I do is complained by you
I'm sorry but I have to be true
And we
to be
My life keeps on running from me
I don't know what to take before I break
Why don't you believe in me
I tried to break through these chains
They
(Akachi in this mother fucker)
Yo
Niggas acting tough we don't give no fucks
Acting tough
Yo, yo
Yo (acting)
Yo (acting)
Yo, let's talk
Accurate Immaculate
Now greetings
Kabaka Pyramid speaking
In this ghetto life
To all di ghetto yutes
Some much struggle and strife
Ah Ah Ah Yea
of the divine
[REPEAT 1]
The world opens its eyes
No longer paralyzed by sermons of lies
Broken chains of deceit
Faith of absurdity faces defeat
This wrath
more than most,
Maybe I feel more than I want to feel
Now I break free from the chains of my own self restraint
No more will I be bound by outside
Office blocks, corner shops, traffic jams on every street, the same old rush around
Obsolete, I'm a freak, in a show on brighton beach, as the snow
maximizer
Mining for a better way
No ontological contention
Tends your content generation
Every sorrow makes a link in the chain
And baby when you come
Curb to the teeth
And I turn in my sleep
Ain't no reason
For chains at my feel
By the freeway
I'm walking on moonlight
I'm waiting to see
Worn
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
Can't stop me, game sold up
I roll up, I pour up
Will-lean, a hustler
How did I get to here?
A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements
Conspiring, divining
From the star I've been pulled apart
By
""Demise of my virtue was created by My decision to cross the line in the sand And on that day I realized the divinity of it all Deep inside my mind
the storm
He broke the chains
That bound me and you
And set us free
By unlocking the truth
He paid the price
Knowing death would be the cost
Saving souls
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
slipped I lost my grip
Yet I didn't think it could turn into this but
I was drawn by your sweet throes
Nobody feels what nobody knows and
Who am I
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Written by Peter Green.
Shadows fall, children play
And baby when the sun goes down
They go away
But these pains here inside
Baby when
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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