Lyrics:
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks said our lives
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
Yaow
Yaow
Yaow
Now call me East god
From Nyafoman to Accra
From Tema pot to Lapaz
Our music go travel far
Call me East god
I am like please God
champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton
Nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech boys halla at me
We need to be makin' music on some real shit
Loco l Dogg, east
South of the mountains, east of the Bay
Little city, big town, call it what you may
Drive through the valley, it’s a marvelous sight
Moonlight in
and the music from an open car played our promises
I went crazy and I left you blue
I just didn't know what love could do blinded by the bliss
we'll be lovers
music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo
The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock
to name
What was otherwise going to be
A night of lights and
Music inspired by an era of clubbing that I
Loved PrEP+ because while designing the
Club which
to be by your side
You gotta do it
You gotta do it
Make time yeah
気持ち良いなあ
本当全部この気持ちは良いなあ
Yes Far East far west 東京 L.A. no stress
West side でも今は Far East
sour in the far window there
Don't be bothered by the words in your head
When the sun goes down and just a night
This will bring up pretty, some old fly
of Guinness at Cronin's bar
Or to meet the fine folks here
From near and far
Crosshaven Cork
Lent my shoulders for
His last walk
Cried a lot inside
Read from
tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Huessein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some
in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning
angel'
She ascended slowly from far
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
a movement, and put a end to this garbage music
Got me thinkin' like this can't be life
These stupid ass niggas voted for the anti-Christ
I could have died
I'm goin real hard
To the top yeah I'm goin real far
(Far)
(Hhm)
(Aye, what)
(Yea yea yea yea yeah)
I aint gon front aye
Alive by fucking luck aye
let us react
By standing clear and firm
Not let the future burn
While we’ll become
Become the promise of the loud
Clear movement, common folk
tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Huessein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
ladas into tree
Whilst Midlanders and Brummies
Die by bollocks to the knee
Let the Welsh choke on their national song
A daffodil in hand
East
radical movements just remember that
The real Gs know
The playas know
The real ones know
The east side knows
The south side knows
The Westside knows
music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry all happy and bright
By'n by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my
the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers in rollers
Players with plats studs with stockin' caps I be rockin' raps
'Til I collapse
Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with fros
Hoes with weaves, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks
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