Lyrics:
six-time residence
Bad economy, there's no gas money to even look for a job And my people workin' ten plus years, gettin' laid off
So how we supposed to be?
my arms around you?
But then you scream and your right I should be there for you!
So now I try, checking my pulse to make sure I'm alive,
Sorry
has been saved
By the new freak and she's lovin this Latino
Showin off, lettin me know
Sexin is spectacular
I starts on the bottom, but ends up in
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
food
Pay for drinks at the bar, pay a mechanic fix your car
Then pay Rice to fix your pouch girl... or get the fuck out!
Yeah the game don't stop there
left it
See, when we baptized in this, there's no more old you
Former sins washed away, your spirit has now been made new
It's up to you to protect it,
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
glory, the blood of a million spills, a long stories
It suits ya, Remedy forever givin knowledge for the future
There's no devil without the God, no
to live plush and can't wait no longer
sick of seein moms workin comin home back hurtin
Cryin on my shoulder 'cause the job's workin her over
On time
and they bet
They ain't hearing my loose screws
Talkin' to myself you'd think
I'm speakin' on Bluetooth
You'll pretend
No skills so you use your ego
to make the fears grow
Consulted by the media
Bulimia and tears grow
You got acne and your peers know
You lack a certain style
Surface smile and a pierced
fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically
locked in cages
There's no honesty honestly it bothers me
Done with the fake shit
Flick your heels Dorothy
Run off back to OZ with
Fake tales of Montana
I keep
Coming back for more, more
I know where I'm going
There's no hope of absolution
And can't seem to separate the
Good times from the bad
The sun
Just sittin' back, gettin' high, watchin' time fly
25 passing me by, just like a drive by
I’m taking heat with no vest, it’s going thru my chest
Said
even the
realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got
it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a
fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you
want me
Stay quiet and keep to yourself
Maybe we're livin' in hell
Maybe it's all in our minds
Or all a matter of time
You have no vision, you're blind
"NIGGER!"
Leave him right there
I walk around with hacksaws
And 2 by 4's, cause I don't fight fair
I'm ill enough to gun butt
You with the rocket launcher
Mr
others
Freedom, security
c life full of loving
c proper chance to find your path through the darkness
Without someone tryin to turn your flame into ash
I wanna hear your heart beat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight by your side
By your side
I wanna hear your heart beat
Share your dreams
covenant
No blood no forgiveness, not a smidgen
Without the blood kid you only got religion
So marches to D.C. are no more than long trips
Prayer mail sent
me function like McLovin/
The bread is in the oven and I got a baker's dozen/
Southern California livin' where they dumpin' out in public/
No punk
everyone's pretending still (still)
I mean there's something so hollow
In those Hollywood Hills
I need substance - as in not fake
Snakes who take your Land o'
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