Lyrics:
The widow's son
The widow's son
Master Mason
Master Mason
Just the 3rd degree
Master Mason
Is there no help for the widow's son
The widow's son
For
down in London
It's been raining down in London
I passed by the local store
And saw those flowers that you adored
From when I told what you mean to me
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
are over
The ferry across the water to Dover, over
Anybody home now
I am on the phone, oh I'd like to go back
Is it raining back home
I'm so alone
levitation forward
Polished to the nth degree
It takes it's smile from every children
You take the beating
Any means in your horizon
so 3rd degree's how bad it was burning me
But maybe being a smarty pants ain't in my genes purposefully
I got to be reminded when God made me he was
the trick on me, hooked him in the first degree
While I could not recall which Dalian imported
By the wrecks of 50,000 on the pinball machine
If we only
roll about
She catches angels from the clouds
But they swim
Before they're kept in cages
The 3rd shows up by the front
And he cries to her "what do you
kinda hard
Emotions had to toss
Mama raised a Boss
Hustler from the start
Tried to put us out
Got a 3rd job
Trappin played my part
Even tried to rob
I
And the arm fell off my favorite chair again
The man called me today and said he'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments made by ten
Mmm, aye, yea
Mmm, aye, yea
Swiper on the beat, it ain't no need to cap about it
Baby, I'm him, I'm he
Hotter than 3rd degree, yea
Nigga, I guarantee
You
a freedom's fire they stoke
In the land of stars and stripes, where justice must evoke
We sing the news, the blues, the hues of life so vast
May 3rd's tales,
And the arm fell off my favorite chair again
The man called me today and said he'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments made by ten
the street
My friend, poor Cherokee Louise
Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out to get your 3rd degree
And comin' in
Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I
So frightened, so worried
So cold and it's raining
My naive illusions
Distraught by confusion
You're laughing, I'm crying
Outside it's still
can be deeper deeper
It might be raining now
But don't be scared you won't drown
I'll hold you in my arms when the rivers rise
Lay my heart besides
nobody heard of me
I'm Chasing all the currency
Cut thru these beats like it's surgery
Flow give you a
3rd Degree Burn cause it's to hot
Grew up bumpin
you here wit me I
Make you my business want your company
You got me burning up hotter than a 3rd degree
Cut off them other girls like surgery
Promise
cLL THESE CUTIES
HIT EM cLL U KNOW ME
NONE OF THESE GIRLS BE FOR ME
WIFEY TRYNc GET ME TO SEE
CHEcTERS SCORCHED 3RD DEGREE
BURN DOWN OUR FcMILY
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my
let it circulate
mostly cloudy
skies look a murky grey
then the climate looking
the 3rd Degree
Fahrenheit in guidance off a mercury
definitely
what they do
When a hook come around
Them kids come down
They a tell on you
It's snakes in the grass
Getting trapped by rodents
Potent we smoking
the door, throw the key
Bury me in debris
Burn me up 3rd degree
But to you it seems easy
It seems easy cause it's easy to me
I seem sleazy cause I'm sleazy
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