Lyrics:
memories come back to remind me
A veil of white lace
Trailing softly behind me
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure
Only the priest in cospicuous
the walking dead
Rep the game, talking trash
Search for fame, cause of cash
I complained and taught 'em that
It's H-I-P H-O-P, motherf*cking A to D
Great
all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
But some do come, you want to scrap or what?
If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up
[Break - w/ variations]
(That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
grinding 18 gears
Talking to yourself
Eyes drift from the road
Back again
Darkness
Sparks flying in the wind
First white settlers
Struck with wonder
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
Split wide open by the wire
Behind the chapel, we lie in wait
In masks of black and eyes of white
On the evil we prey
A gun to the face, a kick to the jaw
Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars
They play for DipSet, E-40,
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
The great melt pursued the role of flood
The mold we made in blood
The puddled love and closest buds
We bloomed in tandem
Rushed by all the bugs and dirt
Bring it back now
I saw you hanging by the exit
I’m in dat fur, sideway, flexing
Petite mama nice to meet ya
Wave it to the left, I’m your next man
And it's over the fields with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
with my pack on my back
And over the fields with my great heavy sack
With the holes in my shoes and my toes peeping through
Singing skinny-me-rink
my head keep us fed she gon' help us get this bread
God is great God is good now she got me gripping wood
Woke me up out of bed had my back and never
acting like I owe them (owe em')
Think I can't do it by myself, but I'ma show em' (yeah)
Went from Air Force 1's to white Dolce Gabbanas
Nigga ain't
my ways lifted me Up and then some
Feeling really good can't wait till I Have enough and help another
Out by being able to give back Some
Today i
blood-o-type
(KING)
He was born perfect,
And just like the great white shark,
This guy has never had to evolve
(Chrous x2)
Try to do as my name,
the back to score good boyfriend points
Shark Week's upon us yet again, oh, the great white of the south has reared its ugly fucking head
Shark Week has
round behind so me recognize him
Same time me turn back and go greet him
Him a say Sylvan Sparks bleaching a carry string
So him bleach out him body white
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two
horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they
wine
Please don't let me catch you at the red light
Seen you DUI up off of great white
Just know your blood is colored by
Alright, I got time I ain't got
story in a brand new way,
He got the rhythm!
Don't you want to be a genius and a real harmonic sleuth?
Bird found the truth:
To live a life of music is
at the right time. You good for my soul like some white wine.
And whenever things get hazy, or shit’s crazy
Just know that I got your back like you got mine
Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
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