Lyrics:
Son will be okay
I take it day by day, but I can't lie, I still cry
Whenever I got you on mind
Well, lately, I got a lot on my mind
Lost my job,
blood
No more older sluts and inverted stunts
Arrogance of murder
I'd be upstate for thirty months
All I need is a dirty judge and a virgin muff
We run
blindness
Who would think that I'd be judged
To be held within this hell
No one to hear or answer my cries
Is this where I rot for life?
Bound within
It's almost punishing to look
It hurts so bad and add the fact
That I'm the type of guy
That rather judge a cover by it's book
This is gonna require
I can tell by the way you speak
The way that you look at me
I know that you've heard this
Line many times before
With somebody as fine as you
Them
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
thank 'em
Y'all know if this was 1992
I'd probably shank 'em still, I chill
Calm and cold like Oran "Juice" Jones
Be careful with your karma
You might
the things I've wasted, and that I'm a part of the equation. It's corrective lens and chipped glass. Rubber bullets flying by. It's someone drowning in
You don't love me
If you loved me you wouldn't be callin' me Tuesday
You'd be callin' my name, Shanice, not fuckin' Tuesday
You call my phone,
brothers like the pages of a- (pages of a-)
Don't judge a book by its cover like these mothers do (all these mothers do)
Ca-can't say their names 'cause
so I can have a piece of mind
I wonder why I love buyin' ice
Wonder how my nigga Cash and Hydro felt when the judge gave them life
Let's go, I
always judge a book by its cover
I've tried to be perfect, I just need a friend
Ask myself if it's easier to be someone else but
What is broken
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
Playing by the rules
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The winner takes it all
The loser has
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
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