Lyrics:
the icons in
Architecture that stand as archives
Of colossal structure
Assembled to destruction
Layer in degrees of grey scale coating
So travel
she holds the saddle, the stick, the carrot
So I rise like degrees in July or fall faster
Luck is a lady, but I wouldn't put it past her
As she fills
Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell
got degrees
Goblins and angels were laughing in the trees
A roaring, a whistling, a whispering and yelling
In hi-fi, in sci-fi, marching bands
Like you know you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze
About to hit you wit
never let you go
Down on your knees, the Devil's in his glory
Zero degrees, too cold to not be sorry
I'm begging you for heaven's sake
It's criminal
baptize me
Baptize me
Baptize me
Hole in my self
Kills by degrees
Gift of compasion
You gave to me
Blistered my hands
On your beliefs
I'm here
stayed hundred degrees
Want 110's, off key tees
Hit Pro B, old dry white knees
Hit JD's, HMV's, then I flipped it
Now I sell CDs
'Cause I'm a London
Do 180 degrees and keep walking
Breeze
Nope, don't ask for my number or email
No way fam, I don't want spam
You'll get a punch in the nose like
me
It's cold outside in here's a hundred degrees
Go Slow, Go Slow
you doing here?
Better have you degrees, masters!"
Thinking that I go nowhere
But I don't wanna be no one
Been working like a Trojan, man!
I know,
of time
And you can't always do what your parents like all the time
Plus, i got enough degrees anyway
Check my Fahrenheit you see the charts on the table
thrice, thought she was so damn nice
At 25, degrees with ease, she still cold as ice
And when we kiss, she got the softest lips
Unwrapped underneath
Yeah, Webby
Let's go get 'em
See I'm coming in hot
Three hundred and seven degrees
When I step on the scene
Better tell 'em it's me
The bad
a honest nigga
A liar as a child
Smoke trees, duck degrees, in the summer heat
Faded like the sides of my brand new hair cut
I ain't got the du so my
yeah
I'd keep the mercury down
98.6 degrees yeah
And don't let anybody tell you that I'm not all these
A fresh cup of coffee
A rerun on your tv
Your
destiny
Yours a bottle of Hennessy
Got that front and back of me
I'm smokin' don't miss no degrees
I'm frozen got no arteries
I'm poppin' off artillery
kosha rap we spittin
Nah we keepin it glatt
A hunnit degrees wit a breeze son
We keepin it hot
I wont let go
Even if i stumble
On the way to the top
Is
Danger pulling you thirty three degrees
Thirteen bloodlines they do what they please
Bohemian Grove is an actual place
But you my friend will end up
northern star
It’s 2am, and I’m starting to freeze
Can’t feel my hands, ‘cause it’s forty degrees
My mind is blurring all the things you said
You make me
CPT
We work it out then we turn in 180 degrees
AKA he's a beast, he's a problem though
The one that you motherfuckers should solve but don't
Spin six
It was just a quarter-mile
To your house in Kensington
It was always ninety-five degrees
Hey, Julie
Hey, Julie
Walking to the swimming pool
uh)
Fifty-five degrees is cold to me
Yeah fifty-five is cold to me
(You know where I live)
So turn it up a little where it's supposed to be
Now
shy you no dey gree oh baby
Turn around three sixty degrees oh baby
Aaah give me kiss
Sweet like America biscuite
Your body na fire
Baby I can feel
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