Lyrics:
played
Keeps on the choir, walking by nameless chords
(Life is really strange: you hear it but can't name
This untitled song).
“His voice was hesitant
Well I got an angel
Her hair is black like coal
Yeah I got a strange love
Her skin is pale and cold
She knows the ends a coming
Hell she can
Because it took some time to find the key
It was hiding in a strange world
With someone waiting to be heard
I'm here in a city of lights
Faces passing by in
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
Out in the middle there's somewhere
That I live, and die by my own arms
To be a lover and a friend
Ain't it strange when
The quill of my heart
[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic
the mac and cheese, nxgga please, down on your knees, as we drive by something,
Something's gotta change, I know this shit is strange,
That's the only way
Today, when every thing's changed I'm feeling quite strange
It's not in my head and it just gets in my way
We've done nothing wrong, it's taken so
coming this way
Hellish wind titanic shadow
Black wings
Save me three-lobed burning eye
In Providence Rhode Island young writer
Blake is fascinated By
confetti
It's like that, y'all, but that's all gots to change
Like some of my own, people tend to act strange
I'm making a scene and it's served with it's
moanin', I just wanna get home and
I look over, and your shirt is off
I'm like, "You're gonna fry," you're like, "No, I won't
I'm black, stupid! And black
Silver bullets
Head green ton stud
Black cat bone
The heebee-jeebees
John the Conqueroo's personal voodoo keys
Way over yonder
Over on yonder's wall
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
think I'm fundamentally evil, but I can be blinded by frustration
I blame no one but myself for the times I've fallen into stupid situations
In some
I'm single, I like to mingle"
And one more time bust the fresh jingle
In the field of music I'll always pass by
Girls that claim to act so fly
Light up the morning
Don't let it fade to black
Light up the day
Gaze out the window
The time goes by so fast
Light up the day
Tremble by the road,
pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a fireman
Alright, that's a pretty good profession
When I look over and his shirt is off
I'm like you gon fry and like
"No I wont, I'm black stupid
Black people they got melatonin
In their skin, we
breakable
But it's time to let that go
(I'm moving on)
From the nights I had you wrapped around my heart
(I'm moving on)
From the years I thought we'd never
Strange how summer blossoms
Blew away so late this year
Falling from above, soft as snow
All around you
The days, I'd like to bring back
Side by
Got a brand new whip with heated seats
Start engine no need for keys
Emirates stadium decent seats
Just went shopping down regent street
Still
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