Lyrics:
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts
that can rumble with the mighty lion
If it's them against me then somebody dying
And it ain't I
I hate to get under your skin but this St. Ives
It's
on the mic, and blacken your lungs
I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun
By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung
A callabo, I don't see it happenin
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
accused
Many cases get less attention than the rising cost of fruits
Most cases are overshadowed by news of what Kim K spent on her new boots
Around
in aisle 5
'Cause I'll drive straight to your door
Then I'll spin and piledrive your
Face to the floor
Yeah somebody's gotta get murked
Spoke to my
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
stepping for somebody else
Came up to you
So I approached you on the wall
I Started off by saying beautiful
And then I saw
That you already had a man
Yeah you Better watch your tongue
I take the air out your lungs
Yuh I’m feeling so numb
I ain’t Got no feelings, none
Yeah You thinking this shit is
times that by two
Hop in the 86, that is my coupe
Leave a pussy face looking black and blue,
You gon' cut like the scene of a movie,
Talking that shit,
some space
Nigga know for a fact he get shot in the face
I be sippin' on Act', got that shit by the case
Swear lil' shorty the baddest, I think that
ourselves
And when it all goes black
We won't have the chance to realise
Life is fucking beautiful
The character of your actions isn't defined by your corpse
they scissor (uh)
Pink haired missus, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips
Now show your tits for mister fuji, take a picture, (uh)
Of is
JESSICA JONES
Words and music by Kerry Furlong, © 2019
Well,
The Hulk just wants the Black Widow
The Black Widow wants Bruce Banner
but Bruce Banner
We having a war outside
I need to be more outside
I wish I could do more I've tried
It really rains and pours outside
You got a vest where your badge
nigga
You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
Get high, fly, clock, next boost your steel
In '95, we take back Ebbets Field
(Now let's
'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin' leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill
out
When your hate is wrong
I grew up learning
How to run, how to fight
In case somebody
Tried to take my life
Live and let live
Only works in your
Tryin' to get my grims off
Nigga tryin' to flip and
It's a Mexican standoff
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black
Lookin' for
the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you and
Rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his
this man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
preach with my picking hand
And I preach with my picking hand
I ain't gonna be your wet nurse,
Or black father to an albino son."
"That's O.K.,"
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