Lyrics:
the background
They fuck up with me, I got racks now
You say you got bodies, no cap now
Michael Jackson, I beat it, my head down
Don't clue me, that shit ain't
the guys
No for the fourth, i let that shit go in the sky
I'm writing this 3 in the mornin', bro, you know I'm smokin' Za
It's like since I came home,
[Verse]
Sun is rising up high
Birds are in the sky
With you by my side
Never gonna hide
[Verse 2]
Walking down this road
You lighten up my load
In
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people
Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica
Choke them lethally till he suffocate
hand up your skirt
Your brown eyes once gave me an image of happiness
Peace of mind combined with complete bliss but your eyes lie in askew sky
I tried
baby, or a single friend
No sound from the radio or car engines on the wind
So I walked 3 miles to work and I sat down at my desk
Passed the day in
in the sky
Something about the patterns in
Which they fly open your eyes
You got three of them
You really think we alone (no)
You really think that
Come through after nine,
When you lay your head down, baby, your head down
Pieces of the sky
That's what I'm made of, that's what I'm made of
You
helps him rot
Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a culture shock
Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot
His philosophy was to be up, you
her eyes stay twinklin'
Like she stole them out the sky
I love her to switch her hips
'Cause everytime she walks by
I see a big ol onion booty
And it
the pain
I'll stand by your side
Through the stormy weather
[Chorus]
Baby trust your heart
And put it in my hands
Jealous friends will only tell
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
the waps that beat out like a drum
And I still got them bitches that down for a nigga
Fuck with a nigga, tell 'em pull up, they come
Turn on the kettle,
Yo
(Nastylgia)
(Yeah)
Came in the rave with her two mates
Made her buss down like Blueface
Try complain that her shoes ache
I just swerve
master with a diminutive stature
Men in Black, cut up cows
I got crop circles formin' out behind my house
Nine oh one, Thursday night was a real hoot
I
my way back up from the ground
Another year debilitated by the government
A legal system with no empathy or sense of logic
But i’ll never play
handwork's greezy
Love that bitch, she said all you do is tease me
Leave me, coming out the smoke, I'm wheezy
Roll that down, now the back's all the breezy
Got
he came back
Sky is just a limit we place there
Lightning struck twice, guess it
Really can rain here, i rate that
We're all signed
Yeah I love
hold bout 23
That b---h always beside me
Even when I lay down and go to sleep
Even when I wake up and brush my teeth
She my girlfriend like Tupac
stony
Im smoking gas when im all by my Lonely
Yah yah
Bitch don't approach me
You will get bodied if you run up on Me
She snorting lines of that crack
of hesitation
Finally broke free from my old occupation
TOMIs coming up from his emancipation
No - one hit wonder, I wonder
Three tracks total, I still will not
ran openly...
Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes
When suddenly
There shone a hideous light
And a voice like three insanities
Soared up in thistled
Freedom, freedom
Me and the dreamers
Burning up the midnight sky
Foolish believers
Throw it all away and
Wave goodbye
I open my eyes as the
Sun's
moonshine and mistletoe so I followed the sound of those jingle bells as he lit up the sky Like a bat out of hell It was dasher and dancer whole crew was
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