Lyrics:
Ever since my birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to care (worried all I know, yeah!)
They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
By a brother
a receipt, I don't do taxes
The I.R.S. is as dead as a Toys-R-Us
That was to imply you guys are a bad company
Yeah, only fifty in the bank, so don't talk to me
Yo yo
Now are you down to ride
Through the thick and thin
Every man got a limit
Every woman got a button if you push it
You as good as dead
And I've
Don't admit to what you did, just hide
Never to be found by the human race
They'll see, this dream is more than fantasy
Well don't we both want to be
getting cold out here
Thoughts to forget are a part of me
Dissertations, by the waking dead
Anxious flavor feels like home
To overcome is ordinary
Wait,
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
Yes I'm able,
Cut up the gonga,
I'm Philly label blunt sponsered,
Blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert,
Smoke-A-Lot-tae,
So sweat the collar
on the table, exactly what will you take from me?
Choose carefully cause a magical head
Has no phanton power source and the battery's are dead
Supposed to keep
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
are a source of joy!
All of them heroes you can be grateful for
And admire from afar as you wake up
From your ordinary dreams each morning
want you dead
Words and Music by Aeon
Foreignness Denied from the Aeon album Path of Fire
[intro: buddha monk]
Allah is god, we came here to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
We do the knowledge to everythin
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
my blessings
Life for eternity over dead seconds
True lips are certain forever
But a false tongue, only for a minute
I don't care what you say, I'll
seem to keep it G
No I don't want you to leave
So what the fuck are we gone be
Tribulations of your love
Turn a Nigga out to be
Bae you dead wrong
Debt as a devil put dents in the Roof
Dead is a head that would drop for A Jewel
Examine the body and hurry up Hobbies
Purposeful murmur, the bird is
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
okay because I don't fucking care
Of what you think of me, I'm being myself
The past two albums are like that, you should take a listen hoe
I don't need
okay because I don't fucking care
Of what you think of me, I'm being myself
The past two albums are like that, you should take a listen hoe
I don't need
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
grateful that he's out
Cause I don't want to remember what panic feels like
When he leaked the gas line by the roasting bird
Oh fuck, I'm too tired
How are
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
see Allah
But I believe that I'm my own God (Yeah)
And I ain't smoke this whole year to get my old job (Never that)
Phranchize tells me, "Gotta be your
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