Lyrics:
finally back, the tasks are different but the same
You're born, you live, you die, never won the endless game
You go to school to get a job, you get a job
of this shit, y'know?
Time, it took a while for man to recognise, boy, who you were gonna send
And you know what? Mans, I'm very proud
I'm very happy
Angola bound
You been a long time coming but you're welcome home, Angola bound
And go to Louisiana get your burdens on, Angola bound
Oh Captain, oh
Bitter blood on the blood-stained highway
We're brothers in arms 'til we get it right
You're gonna want it your way
It's gonna be done now
Don't
coming back
No more forgiving you, no more thinking that
Somehow the sum will be different
By using division
Half of your friends would attend before
to build a rocket.
“You’re in the way”, she says.
“And get me another extension lead.
Oh, and take the bread out of that, it’s not a toaster.”
Take the bread
not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll
Hey you
She's gonna get you
If you go walking by this corner slow
Don't think she's gonna let you leave
Just because you want to go
Boy you
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know
you the truth
I know you won't believe me
You're gonna hit the roof
It's Friday night and I'm coming home
It's Friday night and I'm coming home yeah
begging on your uh
Alright ladies, listen up
I’m gonna need all of you to stand up,
Who’s ever had a bitch ass boy tell you to
Get down on your knees
(chea)
9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
Tried to be
pouring down
More of that rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
I'm gonna get a train
Never coming back again
Yeah, Gen X hit you with another remix
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
What happened to rap?
What happened to MCs in honin' the craft
What happened to beat
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
and almost walking into lamp-posts.
Why's it so hot (Peace garden!)
The air coming up to the boil; rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get
And everything I need,
Is everything you do?
Any girl walk by, don't matter
'Cause you're lookin' so much better
Don't ever need to get
Caught up in jealously
She
Sometimes you get sad when we're together
Because you're not sure if you'll miss me when I'm gone
Just try to appreciate what you got wile you got
understand this
Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hitting her from the back
Shit, when it comes
long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star
I don't know, but
to Slaine, I was lost now I'm found
Rollin with hitters ready to get down
If you rap about drugs then I know you're a clown
Sober is better don't care what you
Without a game aiming for you, you can't hit shit
You're fucking ass, took 2 weeks to get a toner, look like Eminem
Bald ass, shitting up a storm, you
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