Lyrics:
high
The man lives out his life, but it was all a lie
His wife is in the village below, sleeping with Mr. Jones
Sold his sanity and her soul
on the corner, gonna see to that
Some like to smoke and some like to blow
Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones
Some are trying to ditch reality by
What's in the stash
Got, the bubble from bags
Got, the bud by the pack
Got, the wax by the gram
Now I relax like the man
Keep it chill on that dad vibe
But
sight
Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense of whole
The missing sense his soul
He's governed by
follow me
[You see me whippin’ nigga]
See this monkey ain’t moved by what y’all see
[With all the fixings nigga]
Because a free black man is what I’m tryna
life
Ah jes wan live dis life bo da chak man life
Ah dae waka stagger chak man life
Beer pega chak man life
Coca cola with d vodka na chak man life
Ah
Number 1 rule keep it real witcha self my nigga everything comes after
Live and die by the code lil nigga same story but its a new chapter
Every
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
on a daily how I live it
Every jam that I'm on you know I kill it
The music be like tom tom
And my people lick it
Shout out to the house
Who we got?
Ehison dey
He's got a mission in life
A thousand lives to lead
Do you wanna take his hand
And come into the garden with me
Jimmie Jones and his soul clones
grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers
heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what's it's gon' take to make it?
For them to say that I'm one of the greatest?
Do I gotta go sell my soul
soul
Yea in every lyric
I'm inspired by the thought
Of your next first listen
Some think it's ire
But I admire your brain twisting
I put my fire
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
to cemeteries
With the bag bodies, the good live lives that money hungry
We use the mics to kill dummies
[CHORUS] repeat twice
[Snazz-D]
Black like Tom
I'm the man!
Yo, that ain't right yo, well, anyway
By the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Gots many plus plenty string by string
I think I counts like
on the corner, gonna see to that
Some like to smoke and some like to blow
Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones
Some are trying to ditch reality by
up
Bih, say, JONE$, what's the ticket? I say, cost too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you do? I don't do too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you, I'm like,
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this
that wouldn't be true
Wouldn't be me
Yeah
It wouldn't be G Ha
Live my life for the king Ha
Straight as a seam
I been redeemed
By His beam
I came out
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
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