Lyrics:
overflowin'
On top of this crazy world,
There's a perfect face and I finally see it
One dream in these dreamless times
You need a beacon of hope and I want
50 feet Gimme 50 feet
[Verse 1]
Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude
through the canyons an' stampeded herds
Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south
He'd seen good hands ride in there an' never rode out
billions stains these silvern hands...
But I must... I will endure!)
I am the protector of this world! I wield the Power Cosmic!
(Behold, from the Realm
your hands
Let me roam in these green, green lands
And never shall I grow old
I believe I could sit here a thousand years
Feeding on air, Watching
as I go
This quiet panic only grows and grows
You beat you crush you choke
So tear these eyes away
Let me live like this today
My hands for you
tank of gas
Spinning the wheels
Chasing the memories of you
My hat tilt back with the sunshine fading
Tell Sabby boy keep the champagne waiting
You by
They’ve come to take you away
Take you back to the time
Where it all began
You keep holding on
To all your dreams and all the things
These days are
hands out to the sky // We close our eyes as these voices call, praying for silence to comfort us all // I can't figure out right from wrong, and it's
do it
So true
It's not a hold hand mission
Cut the public display
Heard you're headed for the stars
Put the gazers away
Mine times out
I was mobbin' through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fuckin' streets
I was cookin' up a Ki, tryna
the ball the most fame it is
What's more dangerous denied in the past
To be take from all now, my brother sky and live
I'll be dyeing this spot, you
on the wife
Shootin' like a Piston, aim for proper distance
Live from London, number crunchin'
Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges
Dot on my life, everybody everybody on my side
Scared of a drone that fly (drop) in
Bombs by the riverside, channel twelve reporting live
Really
the birth of man
Humans died by human hand
Swords bullets guns and knives
Army’s, countries, gangs, and tribes
Barbaric wars of megadeath
Animals that
when you fuck my bros
We ain't never trippin' by the ho, cuz we know how you hoes get
You fuckin' on the rat, boy, you better wrap your dick
These shoes
He crossed the Mountain fjords
Traversered these Ancient Lands
For Immortality, a chance to live again
There stood the Overlord
With oaken shield
the beast
A path of carnage drawn in innocent blood
My prey has left its traces deep in the mud
I find my way through these forgotten lands
To kill
Yesterday was a bad
I woke up today feeling way better
Pop me a perc I feel way better
Hand me the strap I shoot way better
She arching her back it
Out do yourself work harder than anyone else. now
Make very clear distinctions between parasites and creators
Be a creator instead of a second-hand
weakness either
(Fuck it)
Rawoz
[VERSE 1]
Swear up and down I been up on these road a countless couple times,
Sent from above an angel tumbled from
trying not to make a sound
My friend's leg is bleeding from his earlier rounds
I don't know what broke this man
But now our lives are in his hands
Brick by
How can you sleep in this prison cell
Without a single thing in your hands
I know you can’t stand how the night has
become the quietest time
lives
Do you see what I see here?
Products justified by his hate
Motionless and unproductive
Seven souls will dance upon his grave
Which will be paid in
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