Lyrics:
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
See them walkin' in the direction, that King Agrippa went
Our world is different like Whitley and Wayne man
They say we look the same but we ain't
Driving by your house just to see what light's on
Keepin' my ringer loud just in case you might call
Singin' our song coming on like we used to
Doin'
Lord
We stressing
Our blessings
Still waiting for our blessings Lord Aw
Our blessings Lord
Come bless me Lord
Please cut the bullshit out Lil' Bit
You
and night I used to all you (call you, yeah)
We were best friends, we put our chips all in (oh)
We bet we'd never be separated by no men (no men)
What I
breathing by the amount he consumes
But you don't see pain through those tinted shades anyway
To drink him under the table you'd need to mortgage a house
But
the house from the window and whisper to the kids]
Sunny: No, what is it?
[sunny is confused, zoom in angle with a question mark showing up on sunny’s head]
stock market of cheap imitation[00:29.31]Where we still place our value on ripped forearms and gold stars, deliberately combative Weaponised by us
land back
Just give it back
It was never yours
And it's not even really ours
Because ownership is a capitalism scheme
But still, it is our responsibility
It's a nippy morning outside
The air is cold
Our house is covered in pointy icicles
But we're not gonna let that stop our fun
The day has only just
Imma make it out the drought im bout to cop a drop
We still posted in the hood you can come n shop
I'm in double H wit the gang this is our block
sucked out of her
The only water she sees are tears, caused by the feet of those that are swift to shed blood
Stains, bloodstains on our shoes point us
the hunter's wrath
We're caved in like rats
Our warriors fall down one by one,
to the chozo, the hunter, or the phazon
We are overwhelmed
This is the end
Through
Judge lifed all my friends
When will this end? This is life on the ends
Paranoid, still gotta roll with a skeng
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Can't
lazy loving, this fragrance of pride
Girl when you left, you left everything
Your sit-on-me, your energy, your shoes still by the bed
My night's are
Darkest days, brightest nights
Cries for help, sho' you right
We been tired all our lives
Living, losing under lights
Yeah, Let me take you back
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We
rather sit by myself
Got thru a lot of shit by myself by myself
Remember nights sleeping on them cold project floors
In and out the spot mama said stay
got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like dat
Me talking across people into the houses
And not seeing the beings crowding around me
don't need to roll a phone
We love to ride bikes, play games and take it easy
Do our homework and watch us a little t.v
I'm in tha house by at least six
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
hittin' up Maury
You see these my sons pass the glory
Still passin' the sun get to forty
By then I'm still rockin' w shorty
I be testin' the rocks Rick
And the river feeds it all as it rolls and it winds
Houses crumble to the ground
And my old car don't have too long before it breaks down
The sun's still
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