Lyrics:
the things that you do to me
So I skate fast, I got both hands on your big ass
I got eight bands, I got Ray Bans
I'm not getting by
My nigga know we made
time refrained
By a state of complacency
Do you hear the cries for help?
Do you recognize that they are your own?
One frail hand extended out
Grasping
for the source of the plague
Maybe fleas from the rats or the sores on our hands
We now tell time by the cries in the air
Better off digging up coffins
you save the last dance
Standin there wit' ya hand out
Had me fooled for a minute but time just ran out
[Chorus:]
Ay yo I swear to you Sarai
good in your hand like a pistol grip
And have you jumpin all around like Chrystal Meth
You feel dizzy as fuck, like off the Hymen brew
Got you geekin off
amazing
Filled with Grace
Siyabonga
Siyabonga
You are my hope
You are my peace
Lord in your hands i am protected
Covered by grace
They shall be raised
Just put ya head on my chest, calm ya mind you can rest
Think of me as a masseuse relieving spiritual stress
We can realign your chakras if you bout that
all
You've got her in your hand
She's got him by the balls
Hey Mr. Cardiac
Please can you spare me ten dollars?
Hey, what do you say Mr.
happened right up on my set, ayy
SOS look like I'm from iTech, ayy
She give me top right before I jet, ayy, ayy
I need a yacht right before my jet, ayy
I
with foreign fellows
It'll only be your loss
Stay here and roast marshmallows,
By the burning cross
At the Klan Kookout
Klan Kookout
Dans
at the hands of fools, lost in silence
Awaken in spoken words of the evoking art
Burn all remorse upon your cold pale flesh
Give to me your blood like
and broke his hand
It's not my problem, it's not my fault
It's not my concern, I don't give a shit about
Them dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter
All up in
Now I am wearing the crown of thorns so invisible to me
I bleed the wounds from my hands and feet for you
Open every day of my life
My stigmata,
good for me then
Why do I want you back right now? Oh
Like you think I would've asked by now (oh)
I'm in the palm of your hand, and then you don't
hand, little one
And I wouldn't let you run, oh
Like, I like the way that you're moving around me
I went fully lidge on the day that you found me
I
the first time we've met
I'd like to know what you expect
If we could give it a try
I'm not going to let you pass me by
So grab my hand and let me take
at stake this what they left in my hand
I been robbed stabbed shot
Refuse to lay in a box
Determined to keep on fighting give it all that I got
See haters
back at my place
The scene was set 'cause I
Set it before I left
Girl, I'm like a tool, grab me and use me
Where do you want me
By the fireplace
I do my Own Thing
Cause if I get jammed up I know I won’t sing
Do my dirt by my lonely son
I’ll do the job but you don’t own me Son
Really done got
I can’t seem to find
Any peace of mind
When you’re gone I cry
People think I’m blinded
Need your hand in mine
Miles away you’re fine
Find me laying
Baby give me your hand
Together we will make it trust me
I will pray for us
Both
Drinking monster energy, my energy is dead
Anything that make feel,
by my side.
D! Is the dial your fingers dance.
Give it to me!
U! Under the spell of romance,
Can you let me get
I! Is the dangerous influence,
I feel
gals wan get saved like David Seaman
Vision clear like when she put it in my face
You got time on your hands I got no time to waste
A great never became
So I'll just stick up the middle fingers 'cause bitch, I don't give a
Fuck about nobody else, it's only me and liquor
Until I get up really far, better
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