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ain't got enough God in they lyrics sound like a clean version when we hear it
Children don't know no better so they cheer it but we gone worship with

we civil and Savage from Dallas to Paris to Athens managed to traffic these ballads with passion trust in your captain I spit it like Gatlin you going

the man
I'm fresh as fuck I got this black-out
Party Turnt
We rocking out, and still I gotta prove myself
To them cause some still zoned out

I wonder if I

seen
That sleep just like ours

A tin can rolls and hits the curb
The wind laughed hard
It was he that pushed him
A plane light flashes on and off

a bal out like tatiana
Them want some frebies ..
some chicken and chips kfc
diamond pun mi neck them demma bling bling ..girl em asee me and she pull down

off in the sky
we're all shelling peas on the front porch,  just watching the cars go by
later that night under a tin roof, listening to the rain
It's

hearts are meaningless Jane
She got me thinking I’m the tin man in my tin can like I’m hollow
The only thing that keeps beat is when I speak in cadence you

Interrogation

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

coming out of my mouth is a lyrical thang
So please back tha fuck up off my screen tho
Since I was four you was known to be the enemy
Like Rin Tin Tin

the coupe 
Checking out how the car go
Just me by myself and the cargo
Zoom
And I'm gone again
Oh girl telling me
That she brought a friend
With the buckets
I

We got a little tale about Little River Trail
(About Little River Trail, aye, aye)
Way out in the country, where they all caused hell
(Caused hell,

Had an old tin roof that leaked?
Hey, what if the worlds were lead
By country folk like you and me

We'd have a lot more common sense
We'd have

cause I gotta rep my city
Broadcast doin' damages
Stuck you like a mannequin
Stompin' all your dreams to oblivion
I'm sought out by every manager
But I

you losin
Iced out wrist like ben ten, on an adventure you can call me tin tin
Why the fuck is your girl up in my mentions
Gotta stutter nigga can't

mathematician
I know some algebra
Do the numbers
See green like algae bruh
If I can solve x I can get the y
Drawing lines between the dots
We're connected by
Til

Feel the beat of the distant drums
As the street melts in the sun
Traffic jams, instant sweat
Stuck in a tin can
I wanna go home but I gotta get wet

we pay out
Anyday we stay out
My niggas we paid out
Any days off?
Where be that?
Na which day be that?
So free
Free my free my mind for me
Oh baby

I met you on a Friday night
The moon was low and I was getting high
Familiar faces
And worn out places
And colours bursting tin the sky

I saw you

Man
I been waiting on these changes for so long
Like
When we gon be on
When we's gon make it
I don't know how long I can go
You know what I'm saying

leaking oil with a misfiring piston
Backfire out the back three inch exhaust sounds like a rattling tin can
The ac doesn't work and I'm pretty sure

still can't
Mimic the victory
Comfort is a drug and I'm numb as fuck
Yet some prefer the hum and
Others tend to suck the life
Out of the crux like

element
We party through the hell of it
With Bloodies on a tin of nic'
A knife attached on to the hip
We work our bones break our backs
But have our fun

you
Getting my money and spending it like I'm supposed to
You say you wan turn up
You say you wan turn up
Get on your feet cause ile o gbona
The Party

this ain’t no McDonald’s play house
Walk through the maze backwards amazing how we made out
The sun screaming we just used to hearing it
Homie just

dude
I'll entice you
Gonna hit the jackpot like you making rolling dice moves
Don't you cry boo
We can run away together making Bonnie Clyde moves
Look