Lyrics:
potential but birthing silence
Tears taste like violence
Born with middle passage anxiety
Why can't you feel the God in me?
A million angels follow me
Constellations yield to us
Down in the roots she slumbers
As I am torn asunder
The hunger ever stronger
Just let me taste my honour lost
My scarlet sky
Gravity
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
Well I start at the top of the list
With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips
My medallion sit in the middle of my tits
It's hit after
And destroys all we made, and all that we loved in you
Whenever I have failed, I never thought that I'd be standing here
In the middle of the end
Now we've
She's caught in the middle,
Playing second fiddle
To a Polka on an Old banjo.
Polka on the Banjo
Make that five-string hot.
Polka on the Banjo
a couple more
And you all could meet me in
The middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left
Then you sail
a couple more
And you all could meet me in
The middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left
Then you sail
let her go
Cause you'll never know when the song's gonna end
When you get the chance
csk her to dance
csk her to dance
In the middle of the rain
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
Like toy soldiers thrown away
In a world long after us
Mountains of trash covered in moss
Plastic leaks to the earth
Polythene leaves fed by urethane
the same as they used to
They don't know the roots
Know the roots
Know the roots
They move in
And change the rules
Change the rules
Don't let them uproot
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
Yo, I'm rated X in sex, I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get
Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
Fuck a martini this is for
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
it, to the friends you will meet
Beats the beats move our broken club feet
On the off beat, in the middle east
The dance one drops like water in
dance around in circles
Every boy and every girl
Hands in the middle
Let's dance around in circles
Everybody, we got to work together
Got to get this
You quench my thirsting soul and you fill my appetite
I give myself to you because you treat me right
Put my trust in the world and the world gets
Dance to me love
Dance to wa-diddy-diddy love, took a chance
In the city
Love hear the words
That I pray
That you'll be mine
'Cos my love will not
cant forsake
From the roots of the Earth
to the heights above the earth
were woven together
by the thread of life
echoes of the same heartbeat
in unison
Six long months I spent in quincy
Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I
Pass me the pipe
Tell me another lie
Just lay here by my side
My eyes are closed
My heart is open
Swirling in a dance
Like a dervish in
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
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