Lyrics:
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
remove the words that follow
Turn the key or in the mud you wallow
Burning bushes may be cold as shoulder
Flip the latch, go on and catch the boulder
havin' fun
Hollerin' at Q we got a show in Florida, here we come
Buckle up boy
Be no fuck, boy
Me, Gelatine, Big Rock
And the rest of the niggas in
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Yeah
And I done made rackies for fun
Her bestie done asked her if Youssif was making these bangers, she said he’s the one
I’m from the jungle I stay
that you
Ever thought you'd know
You think you've got it sorted out?
You don't
You think your past is behind you?
No
It's always there
As soon as you
Blessed be di hot gyal dem, yuh done know dem gimme di vibes (Sean Paul, Charly Black)
Keepin' it live, well, yuh done know there ain't no drive
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
couldn't see her face
Coal black hair and a red bandana
Throwing men down on the floor like nothing
I guess she males her own fun
She helped me out
on the car key to ?spread terminal frequent? after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
Every story starts with questions
Which don’t have to be based on rational meaning
But sometimes, the story seems to have no end
And too many
But something's hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's here I cannot see
What does it mean? What does it mean?
I've read
Betwixt the wilting lilies
I lay me down to die
I fold my wings now black and cruel
And let my voice run dry
No door made by another
Could ever satisfy
the light in between those black and white keys
And then the dust it comes up, the dust it comes up
The dust it comes up, the dust it comes up
The dust it
My guitars loiter in Various corners
Like one armed Musicians
Wishing they had three
But I am uninspired
With no wish to be
Strung out over their
no keys to share
The tyrant has escape routes printed in his head
The worms and snails are left behind
By the businessmen who fled
The salmon rivers
It's been time, and time, and time again
You'd think I'd have learned by now
Too many times I been so discontent
Too many times I'm feeling down
be hoes though
It is what it is and that's that on that
Murdercedes she wrote that's black on black
Patriotic for the cheese get it by the blocks in
No one talk ima sing Ima let it go
By myself ima sell I can reach myself
Let me fall let the sun hit the fun
Let them fall Let them fall Let them
you does, get your facial done baby
Do your physic well, no holdin jail over
Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
Torn up and ripped apart
now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches
We was by the lakeside, moving everyday
Wanna rewind back to better days
The days back when time was fun to waste
But now I'm past that, I'm in
give you parachutes, I just wanna have some fun
Takeoff on the dirt runway, no concrete
Your chaos is the only way to my peace
I've got no sympathy
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