Lyrics:
ayy I was taken by a con artist for all my dope
Got what supermodel cardin' hard in my bone Then when I wrap my car around my tree
After textin', I'll
so tight,
In a world of bright lights, we fight every night.
Fancy cars and high-rise views,
Yet in debt, we're bound by dues.
Branded clothes
Momence
Momence
Heard they talking smack, but they can't take this heat
They try to step to me, but end up in defeat
Creepin on they creek, this
in my house not by my father
No looking back no alma madder
Hit those streets gotta make that cheese
Everything was about that dollar
So I got me
Red]
Sabac hold the style of rap chemist did by a menace
Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Flugen
Caught in clenches, the moon shape
Oh
Oh God, what have I done?
I came to Berlin to have some fun
The clock on the wall strikes four, five, six
My eyes caught by a big crucifix
were caught out there
Left to rot in the middle of nowhere
This proves that I'm out for the real thing
Whether buildin or rhymin I'm the real King
I
my self surrounded
By the odds of our own end enough said about it
I'm spendin' all my time driven round fakin' clever
With a girl who seems all
And then I saw that big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly I forgot my fears
Well we fought all night and side by side, we
I caught your name
In a conversation waiting for the train
I didn't smile
Cause for a while it made me think of you again
The cars rolled by
under by the day's tight undertow
A thick accumulation of boredom and fear
On a raft made out of rotten sticks
Caught on a sea of bad risks
Catch it soon,
Once upon a time
Sunk and surrounded
A comparison began
And the be-all and end-all
Well it never happened
The routine of questioning procedure
Was
Don't judge me..don't judge me by my music
And don't judge me bout what you heard about me either
Chamillionaire..listen
Ay, My father was Muslim my
a dying dream.
Make no mistake.
A world separates our realities.
It'll all end in tears.
The remorseful subside and decline.
Generations of deadbeat
caught the same clap pop taught me 'bout when I was turning 6
I guess I just wasn't listenin', bet you still couldn't hold a candle to my burnin' dick
My
the orchard
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
gonna be when I grow up
I know 'cause I sing out all through the day
I fly through space by night
The teasing, the fighting, the hospitals
I don't wanna
All of this might and nobody to fight fair
So now I'm low profile severing all ties
I'm like fee foe fie fum at these small fries
Caught wind how my
America is all out of order
You gotta pay just to get good drinkin water
They goin bucknuts and I ain't tryina hear it
The end ain't near, it's here
I stay
You've been misled
By the thoughts in your head
Entangled with your dark endeavor
Your angels tread
And the blood has been shed
I'm telling you
will be girls, will be guys, will be boys that don't cry over toys
That they use to beat girls they despise by the morning
They always said that sex
By black we ride, or so they say
Our need for reason, there greed is paid
Powers rumble for spiritual sway
Paths are laid then leaders stray
It's
the waves crashing down on the colonials.
Everybody said "Don't get caught, darling,
You gonna end up in a Folgers tin" but even they liked the storm.
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