Lyrics:
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
blunts on me
8 up some Rudy's after waitin' behind 9 cars
10-sion in the air being covered by the pine gar
We elevate 11 times, ain't payin' no mind
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
world war, depression
Car crashes? We live in a free country
But with that freedom there is
A burden of personal
Responsibility rather than teaching
motherfuckers
To put this bitch in ya tapedeck
Let it bump for a minute, let it marinate
Take it backwards, how you love that
I ain't yours no more sir, no more
Flex not a fan of Cardi 'cause she don't write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
'Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn't
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
Uh. We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
my pink RV,
Let's drive downtown to the place I miss,
Driving thru the sunset over the hill I see,
Play some music with some nice melody,
Coz in my
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
one's so jammin'
You know that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid
drawn
I told you in the Face
Off I'll make you watch
Your mother suck my dick in her grandson room
And then I put you in ya place
I do some more
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
growth as his
Heart grew in size
Suess was a model of how we should behave
In confronting our flaws
We should all be so brave
And if we are able, put
mugged if ya go downtown
I live back in the woods you see
My woman, my kids, and my dogs and me
I got a shotgun and rifle and a 4-wheel drive
A country
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
Might sound a little crazy
I guess it's something that they put in my whiskey down in Tennessee
So here's your country song
Throw some boots
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"
The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
And put his faith in rappin'
I'll pop a slug you can't stop
The blood with no paper napkins
Bust the steel then your blood is spilled
Shit mistakes could
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