Lyrics:
insomniac
No equality, no homeostasis
They judging by just looking at some goddamn faces
At clubs, drinks with some traces
Getting drugged by each other
was raised up dirty
Yea you know I was raised up flirty
Yea you know I raised up going to the clubs with them girls so Purdy
Yea I stand by how I was
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
drain a small Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding just like Nas
But they won't even give us back our own countries
Every entrance to a door
Has a footprint left by the ones that came before
Let's talk about
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
record agent
I'm a friend of a friend
Night club, country club, any club
I get you in
If you fancy pretty ladies, fast cars
Then come talk to me
I'll just
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band was playin' 'Girl from Ipanema'
It was like a bad dream, y'all
Had a plate with a cracker
of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers/ Momma was cheatin' and sleepin' with somebody elses nigga/ A bastard is born quick, Lil' be got half
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
i know later you gon visit me
like strippers in the club doin plenty things
yeah, we could do plenty things
GoPro baby make a sex scene
i know later
Hop up in the whip and man I'm riding the club
Go shawty it's ya birthday day ima throw up all the dubs
Ima warrior no thug ima pull with the cuz
mama wanted more for us so yeah she did her best
By high school she got a job and tried to move us out West
And yeah the damage was done
But no
throwed, I'm the young capo
5 star general, Lucky Luciano
Yo my check's too fat, the banks can't cash it
Gimmie ten days, meanwhile I got plastic
Country
bars, yeah
Pull up at the club and they pulling out their knives
Cause they all already know that I be pull up on their wives, yeah
Hop up on the track
There's a march today to support the surviving family
Of a young man beat to death by the boys in blue
They say this country's foundation is freedom
Yet
is the Arrival
Of a brand new beginning in an upward spiral
Hand picked by God in the land of facade
This country's at a crossroad, hold to the iron
Club stage
By sunrise they took me hunting, I'm catching nothing,
Unc spears a fish, aunt cooks it for the kids in the manymak way
Sharing bush damper
Or stomped out
By thirty niggas In da club
I feel like pac With
All dis Carolina love
I walk da talk If I say it
I'm gonna do it
Money on my state of mind
looking like some soldiers do
That's some crazy shit
Country being run by an idiot (fuck him)
But the only other candidates are a pedophile
And a hero who
the whole country bounce when we New York it (say what?)
Don't speak about it, be about it (be about it, uh-huh)
Seein' Puff on your tube, feelin' weak
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