Lyrics:
Fuck up earth for real before mi leave
What dem a talk bout dem a just make believe
Yuh no see me come back fresh like maple leaf
So I’m clean everyday
Oh, The light shined up
What is going on
My heart sense the love walking just around
I got a look around
Ah, lifting my eyes up
One look I got
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
and it go to show
I got bills by the back door
Bills by the stacks though
Won't get a heart attack no
Gonna stick to what I really know
All I really know
A million thoughts have passed me by, it's hard to keep the rhythm
Someone like me is gonna lick it clean I'm gonna fuck up the system
Who turned out
You never do anything around this house
Better wash those dishes
Better watch that mouth
Getting those grades up is what
You're about to do okay,
the rain
Waiting for flowers coming in May
Let the water tap me on the brain
By the way, hey girl what's your name
April Showers I'm singing in the rain
that's what I learned up on this earth
Haters always wanna lurk deep down it's just thirst
And I'm still better at my worst
Couldn't be me heard they call
to be
The demons key, showin' me up in times of need
By setting me free
She was like
"Nothin' ever made me feel the way you do"
Misery, you came
watched your ass ride clean
Now that I'm grown up from the hood I gained nuts
Nigga, you gonna drop off that dope or feel the pain of a hollow tip
Rip
bother with these frauds, if you scheming, What?
One call, I'll have Paulie come and clean you up
It's not hard, to see they want me to starve, be charged
What has instant gratification turned you into?
Caloused consumed by malice
of the falsehoods that you speak
Useless
The filth on your hands is clear
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racist (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's get the wing
on the snow
Leopard rug shrugging off sweat
Let me clean you up sir
Was he to your liking?
If not i have plenty more
Younger, fitter, rounder, slimmer
Thicker,
the bullshit
White lines have cut up the friendship
Distorting what you have seen
What do you mean, you cannot become clean?
My friend, where are you off to
No
done, need to get it over
We both know exactly what we're thinking
Days go by, and I'm still thinking of you
Pass the time, hiding the fact that I love
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being
Coast love that shit green
Ganja man dem pull up on di Babylon scream
From herbs' aroma, atmosphere so clean
I don't want to wake up if this is living
be in
It's gon be right by the beach yeah
I'm gon keep my head down
Cause I know some people see it
I can't sip that clean
So I pour up a lil muddy
More often than I thought of you, it is true
Just admit it
By dusk tonight I will be choken
My eyes will bulge, my neck clean broken
So keep
Look at what the game done to me
Fo-five that’s by my side
Down to ride my niggas holdin' me down
Few bottles, few hoes, and me
But nigga ain't no heart
the urban predator.
Still we want our shit to add up.
Just don't like what it adds up to.
Society's fading foes
Were first in line and last to know.
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