Lyrics:
Got me thinking 'bout the way that we live
I got this feeling
It's gonna stop
Driven by religion
Running backwards down a one way road
A course
Got me thinking 'bout the way that we live
I got this feeling
It's gonna stop
Driven by religion
Running backwards down a one way road
A course
sit sipping their tea, watch the sea
Move the sand through their heads (sit in their chairs by the bay)
Did I show you the marks on the wall
Left by
turned on
In the night walk pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away
a rose and winters was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, niggas know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won't vote but
turned on
In the night walk pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away
turned on
In the night walk pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked I might just slip away
Kendrick)
I don't vote, I never registered (nah)
But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe (woo)
I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher
your thin white neck
And draws me a line
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
This moment is mine
Help me cure you
Atone for all you've done
Help
me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Running low, yeah!
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look
abstained
And didn't vote for no one like, fuck 'em they all the same
No one represents me or my peoples anyways
But what if one party is the best
forgiveness is divine
I know a lot of people who think like me
That this world can be a place that's filled with harmony
First there's a lot of things
me ya plan ma
Knock on this wood
Get rocked by this thunder
I don't wanna be loved
I don't wanna be loved
I just wanna quickie
No bite marks,
No
Yeah
Yeah
I vote
And I know that he won't hurt me
And I know that he won't hurt me
No, No, No
In 1964, Dizzy Gillespie ran for President
the beauty
With your fist marks on her face
Your buddies all stood by
They bet their
Fortunes and their fame
That she was out of line
And you were not
Rgm in this bitch hoe
With a message for the people and the shit so simple
Yeah yeah aye
Tell em' quit the chatter all votes matter
They'll never
cursed me to see
What life should be like
I want when they see me
They know that every day when i'm breathing
It's for us to go farther
I gotta do more
comes, the candidate
Blue-eyed boy, United States
Vote for him, the candidate
Diamonds cut, diamonds cut for the carats
Plaster of Paris, the floats
switching the votes there ain’t no hope
For them to pass it through cause God is on our side
And that is true so I say stand up and fight this evil
Forces
dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
Deutch marks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like Noah, take em in two's for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha
around
Is this for real
I don't know when I'll be found
Set me free
Ah set me free
Ah set me free, from you
Taken by force
By you
around
Is this for real
I don't know when I'll be found
Set me free
Ah set me free
Ah set me free, from you
Taken by force
By you
come for free
Don’t think or make decisions
Just give your vote to me
And I hope you all remember
Every second November
To wait for hours and vote
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