Lyrics:
and goin' clubbin' at nights
Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right
Ain't nothin' like
Heart of cold
Hands with gold
You say these words like satin
Pull the strings
Drag me in
And move my fears away with dance
In this night there is
the brain
Mind of Huey with the swagger of a Riley
Came from the boondocks, raised off the Tribe and Isleys
Inventors, the soul is within us
I ain't talking
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas
to send him to the poorhouse that was near
Then like a flash the black sheep's words came ringing in his ear
A wagon drives up to the door it is
fresh get your roof popped
I’m next that’s whose spot on
Necks and tube socks
No top when I roll nigga (you already)
Crib down payment when I throw it
Welcome to the funeral service
Of a living boy whose soul is dead
He once had a loving family
But all that love was gone by two-thousand and eighteen
may your dreams find you in a tangle of fine Spanish angels
whose halos are bright yellow roses
buenas noches
so this is no lullaby
that I send
think I should go home but I don't know where it is
Feeling like a fish that is swimming upstream
It's killing me cause I don't know whose on my team
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
Underneath the skin, in a moment so close
A little particles running 'round inside of me
Smaller than it goes, is a moment so near
More than I comprehendin'
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
standing by the fence row, under
Some mighty strange skies
That I don't recognize
And tell me, who knows
Whose light it is, when it goes, when it goes
this is the American dream
Try to be a star when you're barely scraping by
All you gotta do is smile
See the working girl whose eyes say she's unwell
of reasoning
damn gat me everytime
gat me checking time
wondering when is the uber coming by she's bugging me
bugging everytime
fucking wine and dine
still want
Whose? Shadows in a paradise
Our days is count by the unknown
You will see a dim images when you immersed in a dreams
Spirit in black try to come to your
the struggle, narrowly.
I knew back when ain’t nan’ believe
That I could have my cake and eat it too, be happy and succeed.
(Melvin Speaks)
Verse#2:
Just,
Each day goes by and I feel the lies
I feel the lies on my skin
I don't know whose skin I'm in
When I feel bland I hold the hands of the moon
Why would I ever be proud
To be from a country whose hatred is so loud?
To exist next to people content with blindly following orders
Orders that
I lay every evening in my room
Overwhelmed
By the terrifying gloom
People are screaming
Fighting for selfish dreams
And nothing is as it seems
whose screaming that meats murder
But when everybody's sleeping he be creeping
Slugging back the whiskey, hating himself and sneaking a cheeseburger
different. He's lost his shame in his acts
This vase - whose is it, father? Yours
Correct. Now - smashed here on the ground
Whose is it, now? Still yours.
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there
In
I would love a hand-made carpet, but I need to know how it`s been made
Whose fingers tied the knots, how much they`ve been paid
Some kids grow up
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