Lyrics:
on walks
Must watch him strut by with their eyes on stalks for
That pug in the window
Perhaps one day we'll meet Mr Pug
Bump into him when we're out
three, yeah
New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle
And everybody's ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we steal people
We eat like dogs, but we
Got it backwards I spit P-A-R D-O-G
All of these thoughts, running through my mind
I want to be great, stand tall in my prime
Don't step on me because
a fuzzy head
Long gone are the hand made swords we raised in battle
To defend our rights to reign over the apple tree
My god, how I miss the days when
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
Another dark night,
special to do
by the time i decided i should save my soul
had to decline an invitation to the super bowl
i’m excited by the promise of a brand new day
i
Baby, it's all in a day
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin'
like it’s over, I’ma make a wave
By whatever means and that’s
What make him Dre
My heart consumed with determination
Got to say
Let them Bogart, I’ma go
Fuck about fuck about
I ain't tryna give in to the doubt
Tryna take it day by day
These man are just fiends for the clout
Them man are just fuel
over
We've empowered leaders who've industrialized and overpopulated the towns
Who steal their tax money as most jobs are taken now run by machines
Our
putting the green over the grey
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this
chuck the deuce to it
Rather be alone and by myself
When I'm alone I am self aware
I'm starting to get cool with it
Took the kids and my dog missing
My
scream
Fuck a washing machine, you gone drown in a stream
You gone fuckin die today fuck wit my bros
Money over bitches, never fold for a hoe
Track down yo
sprayin' bout His name
Titties on the Ar I can spray the bitch for days
I'm just gettin' started Genesis skrt off the lot
Mane that bitch retarded flip
stable, no question about it
Me get rocked by who? I doubt it
I'm only gonna tell you once, dog on it
Do yourself a favor and g- g- get on it
Super
you alive, like a person?
Or are you just a machine
Programmed to do what you've been?
I don't have emotions like you
But I can think, that's what I do
Stand for your faith in our land
No exceptions
Hand over heart, over mind
Or face rejection
Rights that our bleeding has saved
Cannot rival
So
delicate
Eastern and western shit
Fuck ya land bridge
Fuck what's wasted
There's this one girl called G she's a machine, respect Her like the green tea
else wit' it?
(Haha)
I mean, she wit' it like that?
Yeah, you know
Ain't no bullshit?
You get the whole Reservoir Dogs squad and shit, it gon' be AD
else wit' it?
(Haha)
I mean, she wit' it like that?
Yeah, you know
Ain't no bullshit?
You get the whole Reservoir Dogs squad and shit, it gon' be AD
from the past
Of rainy days and coffee cups
The memories is why is love
I know that sunny days are nice
But I prefer the rain
Sit in coffee shops by
gray skies are bringing me down
I feel free as a bird
That still relies on the wind
To carry me so I can fly high
And up over the mountains
As I chase
Born natural machines
For changing information
Changing me
Ride the River out of Eden
The flow of change comes slow
But constantly
Day by day
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