Lyrics:
Your story, as I check your brakes front and rear
Can you play a sad waltz on your cheap violin
Did you have a good time in Berlin
If Saint Joan
they sell sad news
I was fucking three hoes I could never ever choose
Why white people keep shooting up schools
Pops told me just to play by the rules
Midnight ride, new benz toy
Ice ice, do you think that I'm a broke boy?
Hell sent shit, don't test me
Bloodstains on my new plain white tee
Nine
From whence came the cowboy? Well, the history is plain.
He rode out of Europe on a frigate from Spain.
To Mexico, Venezuela, Argentina he spread
a bit of traveling, be cautious, go slow
Told a few white lies, but nothing too bad
Here we are smiling and the silly things that past
A love story cue
plans on me, started tracking me
Face ID on me, white programmers so they don't see it's me
Got fans on me, IG story, you know where I be
All
hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."
"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I used
All the movements are faint
Slowly get out of control
Dawn will ask for more hands
The now is new, the story old
Soldiers pass by that line
And slow by slow by slow by slower than slow
Unto the open houses brought by the children of Joseph came
Play songs by the fire a while
Here are stories
I started rapping because I wanted to
I ran out of bizarre things to do
It's free verse, something new
I can tell my story plain, how about you
My
these colours
Until I am dead i'll fight by the glenside
It remains to be seen
And I'll die for my colours white, orange
And green"
It was early next
ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across the plain
To welcome the eternal night
The dress is white with crystals of ice
And frozen
& white
Consumed with an endless bloody fight
Unable to breathe and just unite
While they rob us all
In plain sight
They want us separate
Split up black
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
The past floats like stones in a town up north by the coast
a deserted apartment
that's where my memory goes
and you are almost gone, you're almost
We were raised by a computer
We never had no mom or dad
And the rest of our life story
Is surely just as sad
Abandoned by the ones we loved
In
wagon
To raise hell as we March along
Nos you heard my sad, sad story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone here should ask you
Tell em I
wagon
To raise hell as we March along
Nos you heard my sad, sad story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone here should ask you
Tell em I
get back 'cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no gain
Life for a nigga
I was on the inside looking out for you
You were on the outside looking in
We were a witchy coven of white women
We knew a lot about a regional
from wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
All you'll do is lose
While camping or cheating
Why don't you just
Send me your home addy
And we will see who's skills
Are just plain crappy
You are
don't know my story
There's really nothing for me
So leave me in this worry
(In the end is glory)
Feel like an 8 by 10 in a 5 by 7
I'm in the wrong frame
knew right from wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by
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