Lyrics:
This life of solitude has put me in a zone
But I'm switching attitudes and latitudes I'm coming home
I'm the prodigal son I remember that I left you when
watch me long after your dead see
Kill cam runnin' 24-7
After you're done takin notes check em
This squad has got some big dogs
All I gotta say, "boys got
right had man
Is worth his weight in gold
Hoof beats the only companion
Driving cattle down the road
Man and beast form a bond
And tales were told around
a fuck start throwing it up
On a rush on a ride competition want to cry
Trying not to be on my side but trying to draw me when I die
Oh god a bullet
a fuck start throwing it up
On a rush on a ride competition want to cry
Trying not to be on my side but trying to draw me when I die
Oh god a bullet
a fuck start throwing it up
On a rush on a ride competition want to cry
Trying not to be on my side but trying to draw me when I die
Oh god a bullet
To break the strongest metals the mad Titan
A mutant among his fellows don't confuse for the dude
That was a pharoh and got his powers endowed by
wrote this poetry
And still no one has noticed me
Broken minds, spoken lines
Still living hopelessly
I'm vanished
God damnit
that must be the smoke in me
the thought of you
Now and then, you pop up in my mind and that just kills my mood
I pray to god you're not the one that got away
But the way you did me dirty
cockpit
Give me 5 minutes
Ima make that hoe face plant
Eat cock and spit
By the time that clock strikes 6
In the mornin'
I'll be jackin' my slacks
Jumpin'
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another?
Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land
New minds confined by old plans
No more
the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway Patrol
Runnin
the future
Behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow
Keeping watch above his own (yeah)
William Cullen Bryant is right
Truth crushed to earth
my mother told me
Love isn’t determine by what I bought you
Well god sent to us a son
And you and I are also one
All the nations should know
His house
the bitter cup for me
So this beautiful communion would be sweet
Raise a cup to the Son of Man
Still bearing holes inside His hands
Tell the story again
me
I said, Russian roulette's not a good idea
But he felt fine so he forced me along
I watched him spin the cylinder
he put the barrel between his
God hope they don't stare
Still rolling backwoods at the crib Recoding the song smoke
Fill up the air, air, air
To my day ones
I am my mommas son
So
, the message comes through me
Everyday it's Inshallah, that's how it has to be
Niggas always swearing by words, they never have a stance
Niggas never doing
own
Cause I did it on my own
All alone from the unknown to the zone
Don't you moan
Cause stone by stone
I will turn this game around until I own this
bitches out they shoes (ah-ha)
These is facts, any bitch can vouch for me
I can't break no bread if you wasn't sleeping on that couch with me (at all)
metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the fuck around me acting all extra
I was raised by momma with no guidance from my father
He never came around cause all we do is fight and argue
Used to spend them holiday and summers
You always did things your way you made your own weather
started getting closer to God when I was far as ever
It made me reevaluate myself and look
were the smells
But by god there was not much of anything else
So I looked for some action in heaven
I went searching for Phil who had died in his cell
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