Lyrics:
Promise this isn't blind faith
I knew my destiny and no I don't need a child
I just need a girl with that California smile
White teeth shining like the
Rims
At the lives passing by
I'll wither in that window
As I'm watching myself die!
I can't wait until tomorrow
For some god to look my way
I'll sacrifice tomorrow
and building another
One thats a lil' more west than southern
Givin differently impoverished a chance
Town that filters into white trance
One without rappers
on loose ends
separated form your crimes
By hours of production lines
Matching lives against money
Keep your conscience nice and clean
Stop wait think
at the white aways until we'd been up for however many days
And the FOMO that started out in Soho just ended up with little to show
Except old ghosts and new
Lately, we've been trying to read through the lines
Like bars between us, a single room holding two lives
I had this dream and I couldn't reach
Tu vida isn't what you want until you let it
Break
You only look beyond yourself pero está en ti
If there's wrong or right
Will I live or die?
want eye on the law
Thinkin' if they kill us one by one—problem resolved
I might get Willie Lynch'd for this rhyme
A pinch with some time, my face
Have you heard of old man Joe?
He was born in Cajun land
He walks with a cane in hand
But he plays a mean banjo
Now he lives in Kyoto
For his
to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going
fill"
But when he brought the nanny home, he found it was a bill
All the young ladies who live in Killaloo
They're all wearing bustles like their
can
Our knuckles are white
We write letters to each other
Invent secrets to confess to
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment
By which
Leave the beat all duppied like me
Six figures on my new white tee
Right please, listen to me YGs (listen)
Until you clean your Ps
You will never find
didn't have it in him after all that talk
Talkin' about he pop up in a four by four
Grass ain't green, let me mow my lawn
Two gyal fightin' and it's all
She grew up in San Diego
Her body was painted by the summer sun
She rented surfboards to make her dollars
So she could drift to towns along
go
We won't let them hold us down
It's ok to say what's on your mind
Oh people walking by in the city through the night
Some are smiling while
I betcha think it's funny,
Doin' nothin' for your money,
The way you live your life is so pitiful.
Your body parts replaced,
Too much make-up
loans
Less liquor shops and pawn shops and we by gold
And why (shut up) black history always start with slavery
So even when I'm learning they still
to reconnect, being ideally far
From yourself because you hated who you really are
Let it catch fire, wasn't frightened by the spark
Let it Burn out, I can see
It's a small town built on novel objections,
And white local papers with only corrections,
There's grease on the collars and ties,
And a life
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced
protection from all them snakes
All for one one for all I was told
Black white yellow no matter if your young or old
Nana's in the house to let you know
[Hook x2: Romeo]
I'm gon do what mama said
But ya'll ain't gonna tell me how to live my life
I might be young but I got bread
I'm straight form
Some people lie for it
Some people die for it
Some people risk their lives and do time for it
Love childs
Gone wild
Come on
Come on
So what do
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