Lyrics:
the rapids got rough
So you had to get abrasive like the back of a sponge
You was soaking up the hate, but you could never relate
Let's get one thing
Art'aud
Please
Emphasis on the art
Trying to find my roots
Nigga only got Black Thoughts
In Illadelph you get a half life
Then Things falls apart
I
departing just as the margins start stage diving
Years of telling them they got this, jump, jump c'mon man just jump I got you
Maybe it's just me and it's not
vulture
Swallow your own pistol
The nine milly throat culture
You bitches got no culture, no future
I'm a do you a favour and execute you losers
Using
mad (So mad)
So many men them ah hate
I no know why dem wan run my race
Bad man I get verse for days
I remember when dem no look my face
Now dem dey
For the devil in your sleep
Haunted by the ghost of the man I used to be
Birds fly away into the clouds of unknowing
Titans of Aphrodite they show
I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid, I got in a fight uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
Thought I'd got it right - for once I'd sought and found perfection.
When you said "I love you you addressed your own reflection.
I'd prayed up
and big-booty-flashing honies
Man you're cool, can I be just like you, flexin double Rolexes investin in cash money too
Wear a cross around your neck with many jewels
the bath
All the best films are about a man with a vice
Getting stuck in Reno, lying to his wife
Is it intermittent fasting or an eating disorder?
Do I
Teachers ain't teaching cause Jr's got a gun preachers keep preaching by all hell's come up done
the whole worlds gone crazy what's a good man to do
'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
Burning out with no exeption, yeah
There ain't no other life no second chance
I don't believe in miracles
There ain't no mountain high no fellow man
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
Take a pinch of one man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of
Red Indian boy
Curly black and kinky
mind like mine can't remember every city
Well you know I'm with you homie and you know I got love
For everybody at our shows, from the clubs
Hey music man, just play something cool
We love the sunshine to dance by the pool
Down with the crew known to pump up the bass
We rock the joint
Steady I dey steady thank Jehovah
Now I got some likkle ice in my soda
And I pour some more ice it made me colder
See the music take me places even man
A blurred photograph
Day by day's a real hard climb
Getting nowhere
In fact it's a crime
I met a man who was sure
Could tell me a lot
His price: one glass
Our days fall together in time
You said you can't have it all
Beast and the broom, I have that kind of feeling
It's got to be twenty foot tall
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