Lyrics:
How do you measure a day
Is it little steps your size one shoe made
Or an X on a printed date
How far is far away
If your heart stays put in a golden
guilty by association, plus you got to become a lawyer before you can judge. cnyways, in an attempt to offend, he wanted me to tell his story in first
stature
Maybe got a thousand after, ten or twenty bits to stack a
Shaking fist with d-dos crisp and sentenced to the deep abyss
Go read it like you reddit,
of Host
My cop now is overflowing
You anointed my head with oil
You prepare a table for me in the
presence of my enemies
Even if ten thousand raise
death row
Nigga them ain't vvs you put oil on it
Zoe bout doe put a hunnit on it
I ain't talking money boy put a donut on it
You the the type to punch
preacher say he praying for my soul
But, if I really want the blessings of the Lord to shine
I need to buy this magic oil for $9.99
So if I put this chicken
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
sippin that purp Crown Royal
Royalty and money's like water and oil mixin
What was I thinkin bringin seeds into this world
Fairy tale years shed
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9 to 5
Hand to mouth, gettin' by
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
Verse:
Right around the bend I count 9 times out of 10 /
with the right amount of strenght pure righteousness will win /
this stumblin' problem - struggle
protection
Koti hn Rejection korlu mentally correction
Haddit confuse ouri kaam han ehan hai han
Uttar han naupasu je likhiya Ela 9,10 haan
More bhagwan guide
called the mechanic
I'm Spartacus mixed with oil with a hammer
Hoes don't call me romantic
Cuz a date to me a strip bar in Atlanta
Rick on a flight to New
In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years, too big to hold
She don't get up when I
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
My first thought this morning, man it sure is raining
I just washed the car, oh yeah, the oil needs changing
Bet it took ten seconds for you
sunkist I'm on mix
Wock and red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a .9 in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be havin' modified guns
Transform somethin',
Yeah
Days feel short, long road night trips
We was workin' hard, nine to five by the day
Top caught up, whole life got flipped
Had good times
It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in
That's pure gas in the j I flick my ash in the tray
I get them bitches out the gate you gotta ask for the play nigga
Surrounded by real niggas that keep it
crying for only food to eat
Trillions barels of oil sold day by day
Still Ghetto people get no food to eat.
Our daughters are turning into prostitution
Our
Haiti (by Bazza T)
Intro
Like a good captain yuh affi sink wid e ship
Mi alone know where every puzzle fit
If yuh careful de place get stink like yo
oil
Faking evidences to justify war
Blood on politicians’ hands
Funded by the gun industry
THOSE ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES
WHEN THERE’S NO ESCAPE
FROM
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