Lyrics:
forgetting shit
And to all y'all that switched, suck my dick (let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my dick
What? What?
You talking down
fell
That's when I woke with a fright
From that terrible dream
And you were there by my side like you've always been
I wondered what it meant and I
A child of three
Reaches out to touch
And only sees
Pretty powder puffs
Down the road
A black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie
A cotton
homing in
They fly through my doors,
And they crawl out on all fours
Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for
don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party
One to the two
Three to the four
Chuckey and mike is at yo door
We don't
A child of three reaches out to touch
And only sees pretty powder puffs
Down the road a black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie a cotton field
the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay
nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass
Lived a lady by the north sea shore
Lay the band tae the bonny broom
Two daughters wear the beirn she bore
Fa la la la la la la
One she was bright
and chased four mice
Caught by their tails they turned to ice
A cloud appeared outside my door
And through the window saw four more
And on the back
make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin
Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor
I bet put down more than you… old timer
They know all about me
mornin'
The syrup started pourin'
Coffee cups by Jackie Joyner
With Versace tile flooring
Rap game Alonz Mourning
Or maybe Martin Lawrence
Could've played
a leaf on the wind catchin' rides
They say we can't make it at least we gotta try
We make too much sense to foolishly pass it by
So I'm taking a rainbow up
up your sheets - strang yourself up
And then you were no more, no more
Every day I,I,I see your face
As I walk on by past that awful place
23 hours in
on
Niggaz yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn
Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn
Hit y'all fagot ass niggaz that's scared to death
Talk shit,
She folds her arms up nicely
Lays them down Upon the table
Wipes her mouth off as she
Tries to find another word for love
She hangs her skin up by
Shadow earth is closin' in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin' down for you to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the hands on your clock
the OD's
Plus I need another cheap dime
Keep headin' down the good though
And the migos passed by
What you think I brought my gun for?
Shit brazy in
the 40's?
Jugg, jugg, that nogz out bro
Get a meal with my shawty
(Three course meal)
Flick of the wrist in the air
That's bro end it on the mar piece
Bro
coming his way breaks and stops short
cnd now he's out of sorts and you can see he's sorta nervous
Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered
sleeps on the floor
You would love
To kick her out the door
But she's got your money
And she won't give you more
She's locked it away
Down by the Earth's
Reminiscing over bottles
Breaking down doors that they would never let us through
Now I seen them dirt roads
But I ain't scared to walk 'em
It gets hard
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
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