Lyrics:
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
on her way home with a pram.
Inside the archway,
the priest greets them with a courteous nod.
He's close to God.
Looking back at days of four instead
"One, two, three, four, five, six"
It was late in the mornin' of November
She was loading up the wagon in the rain
She said she'd be back in
The first, John Adams, nicknamed "His Rotundity"
Tom Jefferson and Adams had a rivalry
In a duel, Aaron Burr killed Hamilton with a gun
Number four
What four-letter word
D'you know like
Oh! Work, work
Oh! Work, work
I'm back with my old friends
Sat by the Brunel drinking beer
Don't want
You lose a good thing then you want it back again
But it's too late to want what you reminisce
And it was hard to lose you
Four days I laid with
too late
They shot my babies but
They killed my faith
I haven't slept in 14 days
Now it's time to barricade
Myself in these four walls
My 16
magic, she chemical reactive
I'm burning, all in her flame
Late nights (late nights), low lights (low lights)
Oh, my (oh, my), I'm 'bout to die
I'm high, bitch, bitch I parasail
Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait
Make it
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
of shit
And he gave him twenty-five years
And now his heart is filled with tears
One night in jail, it was getting late
He was butt-raped by a large
(Wooo!)
One day soon (One day soon)
I'll get clean (I'll get clean)
But right now (But right now)
Pour me a drink!
One drink, two drink, three drink, four
unknown fair;
It seemed so sort of opportune, an answer to his prayer.
She flitted sweetly through his dreams, she haunted him by day,
She smiled through
luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'cause they
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
By
of shit
And he gave him twenty-five years
And now his heart is filled with tears
One night in jail, it was getting late
He was butt-raped by a large
On this land where we belong
Surrounded by the northern lights
On this land where we belong
Beneath a starlit nights
On this land where we belong
[Repeat: x4]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when
What's up babe you been on my mind all day
I was up late somehow I can't give you space
How 'bout I hop in the whip and head your way?
How long
flashing by
It's too late to see what you wanted to be
You've spent all your time, you must die
Every face tells a story
It never tells a lie
Every face
Seventeen suns rising in seventeen bedroom windows. Thirty-four eyes blooming open with the light of one more morning. Seventeen reflections in
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