Lyrics:
created by our reflections in the mud
And the water that made the mud created our lives
Our ancestors sitting around the fire chanting bifurcate bifurcate
loser and some weird freak
Trying to find me
Trying to find me
But I learned real quick that I couldn't stop
Not until I reached the very top
I was going
knees
As the world is turning
We're selling our lives and
As the clock is ticking
Time is passing by
We're swimming upstream
Just to survive
We are
got a freak
She ain't gonna love me sharing these stories
But by no means is she a whore
I'm just doing what I got to do to get more
Eh!! The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
Girl I’m confused by the shit that you do
Loving the way that you’re living like you got nothing
the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
with Mewtwo, abused by confusion
I'm Gen 5's truest, you're InGen's amusement
The Game Freak of Gen five claims I was used for business
While selling
Caged animal
Never asked to live a life like this
Fighting fits, denying bliss
Feel my mind doing splits
An acrobat above me
Crowd cries over crack
infinite
9 for September
Lucky 7 is the day
First born into heaven
On earth body freshen
One life to live
Gonna leave empty-handed
Baby leave an impression
start to renovate
Do it good, do it now and don't you wait
I'm an addict
I don't give none
Yes I'm hooked by music and on the run
If you wanna behind
Don't you need a drink though?
Thirty minutes later she pulling out her phone giving me a freak show
Well, ain't that neato?
What's in a name?
What's
soul
Six hands in the same hole
Everybody said you would be
Greased by impostors, plastic at the crust
In our corporate larder
You live too hard,
really I rather just give you these hands
Shit I live a life that you can't understand
And I did this shit by my motherfucking self
Ain't no way that I
a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag
by the code on the daily
Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
'Cause I live like unrealistically
Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
Y'all could learn a lesson, by losing inhibitions, yeah
Losing yourself in the music, losing yourself in the moment
Because we have nothing more than
getting my money!
Hook
Verse 3: WildStyle
Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side
As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back
In the 'Lac we be
So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise
You better see right through that mother's eye
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one
So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise
You better see right through that mother's eye
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one
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