Lyrics:
coffee beans
The business has insurance
The business has mouths to feed
Fire in the office
By the bottled water machine
All the years you took away
All
le soleil se couche I
Lie me down I lay
With Your body under the
Honeysun
Suckled lovewing mine
You were
I was not yet dressed Tibetan red
along the highway
There's a candle by my bed
There's a face in the doorway
There's a price on my head
Sweet release...come in peace
Sweet
forces clashed
beneath a red sky cracked by thunder.
Entrenched beneath the hedge-row
I'd observed it quite unseen.
One side stood to save the wood:
ladies lined up
Shoes with built-in air conditioner
All 48 Mack trucks parked in position
Credit cards by the pages
You can't stop the helicopter
Shorter days as a big red sun is hanging low.
I hear the crows call in the fading evening glow.
Surrounded by my thoughs of times that have gone by
The Sun lit by the push of a button
Some still alive, some already died
In this war between spring and summer
Only tea leaves and ice cream are
around niggaz collars
Front me cash you catch them bodies put em in a stash
Never laugh at you explain plans what to do
Machine guns on tour,
Red rum we just got his drop we spin his block until the feds come
Dunk on every opp like Shaq might get a deal might sign with and 1
No I don't
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
the background
Your rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
news team
I seen a honey with a butt lookin' butter soft
I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
Sittin' all thick, with the ruby red
implications - Formed by state and show
Fear the ethnic difference - the media lets you know
Assassins sowing the seeds of pain - wings of tyranny too close
As necessary
As I love
I am pushed
Beyond
Through some vast landscape
Painted slowly
Over years
Brushstrokes that claim
Soft
That demand
Harsh
Held by many
news team
I seen a honey with a butt lookin' butter soft
I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
Sittin' all thick, with the ruby red
'round the soft white candlelight
Lengthening shadows bring the longest night
Foggy tendrils wrap their way
'Round our forms on us stay
Like a scarf made
ain’t no ass to be kissing.
Haters get lost with the fast and the quickness.
Don’t play it off, keep it thorough with you niggas.
Niggas soft, don’t hang
when I'm not sincere
Come sit on my lap you're a hot mess, dear
Your face kinda resembles a lochness, weird
I can tell by the easiest smell that's all
Stop by a belligerent cash machine
Gold lines, structured and comforting
You ask why I am suffering
cll that I wanted was something to cradle my faith
I'm so fly, I need my ass kicked
These niggas ballin' by accident, uhh
Keep talkin' nigga fuck up your body
Send you home and tell your
Mom it was
of soft
Everybody know it all
Nobody followin' protocol
The money's only good 'til you blow it all
Stacking ever since
Guliani knocked John Gotti
of the basement
In order to anticipate the
Rain water moving in
Drip by drip by drip by drip by...
As the volumes change hands
And the water forms
Into
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