Lyrics:
Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept
the only sign of a murder was the blood on the foresteps
I stopped for a second to wipe it up
and threw
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I`ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
Because you're mine the brightest star I see looks down
My love, and envies me because you're mine
Because you're mine because you're mine
blame it
All on Jack
Who's Jack you ask me
You say, I say it every time
But the rhyme goes
Into your head down
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in pain
Mick so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by anyone but the Celtics
Oh what a handle could score from
a money hungry mothafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So you're best bet is to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk bootch
I gets down
(Melinda Melinda) oh how I miss Melinda
While a walking down a street in Denver I passed by a little dress shop
A sign on the door read Melinda's
By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble
With their high, lonesome sound
Down in some hollow
Where
I am the God of fuck
I am the God of fuck
Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind
Who said date rape isn't
burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all
You on Z 10, ain't you?
Why you posted by the grave for?
Why you thuggin' by the graveyard?
Sending money to the state yard
On the ugly with a nappy
head
The stars in the sky look down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
Be near me, Lord Jesus i ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
have it so he shot me
Oh god he got me
Then he went and planted tree
Tried to make me thu g
Media be like oh leaf
Gunned down by the police
Put a pic I’m
out the same
Everything comes down to three
No matter how hard you try
Or how much time you spend
Everything always comes down to three
Ghost
Golden soundwaves in my head
From the clock radio by my bed
And the Dansette on the floor
Nat King Cole and soul and roll out the door
Geno
hair down
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the road side
(Just relax, just
When I'm down I just listen to Beach House
When I'm down I just listen to Beach House
Cos it only sounds good when you're sad
Sitting in the corner
All the nights and days that just go on by
Just sinning and acting like it's alright, Will you
Lay me down
All these mistakes I cant believe that
your pain
Why won't you let it show
Burn it down
Let it go, here we go
I been stressing
I been stressing
I just wish that you would know
I just want
the Chicago Sky, we got the - fuck the Cubs though
Pull the wrangler down the drive way drive way
She gon suck me off on the high way high way
Riding LSD can't
a decision
Looked at my brother he down but I told him don't worry we coming up
Straight out the mud to the studio I'ma go cook me another one
Keep it
to act
She been all up in my face, cuz she just want a stack aye
Moving nice
Better move it right
I can make her leave her man
She in my bed by the night
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