Lyrics:
I'm not one to let it go
But I'm under the gun
I am valleys and peaks
We are queens and kings
I see a flickering light
I watch the pendulum
bother you at night
Go home and watch your color TV
You know its not for me
Its a magic carpet ride
Its an order higher than science
That's why I will
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
do
No way in hell I be gettin' dissed by a phony like you
Ah shit
You 'bout to get a whole ear full, I'm here 'til
Someone shuts me up but I'll never
watch the sun set
Anything to distract me head
I see the future its so bright
It's tough now but we'll make it through the night
I hope you know that
I
the patience or the time to repeat mistakes.
Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls
with bigger brothers for hungry trolls.
Each horn sharpened by eye
Yeah
Hell Yeah
This that dance where, no one 's looking
You can do whatever the f**k you feel like doing man that 's the Moses twist to me
I 'm
cause I'm Taxin
Then askin, questions later the innovator
The Total Mic Devestator just call me the motivator
And get down, to my mad ass rhythm section
romancer
Strung so tight
Gotta watch her swing
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's
first of all, this is my first time doing this. there are/might be a
few mistakes in here, so bear with me.
Welcome everybody
To our humble
Now everybody
Fast forward to the future, the year, 2-0-4-4
And let me tell what's in store
Just so you won't be surprised when we blow up, before
Our contact sheets
They simply read
You contact me
You contact me
All in all is not adding up
This is not economics
South Sudan has an oily
Now
Everything is an act
Don't be fooled by the facts
The world wants you back
Golden ears and brass patella
my children Publius and Fontanella
my
whoa
Wake up in the morning and I'm thankful
He will never give me more than I can handle
I been getting blessing by the boatload
Even in the time that
that diss again
Don't get me pissed off quick to come and swing Ah nigga bin
I get that shit off sold 2 pounds before I picced up twin
I'm the shit you
doors and swing fours eat chicken out the box
leaning in a cream rolls
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks
influenced by the gees you can
twenties them fifties them hunneds
Be calling me constantly calling me
Get off my biz maintain that swing low
Remind me how the big B hoe
In the biz by
and white picket fences
a life when we were all in
The park with the swings where we'd talk and play
and watch all the lights of the passing planes
now it's
13 out here with me, that motherfucker
Uh, uh-huh
Caught a nigga at a light, now his ass is shirtless
Take his life from his body, now his ass is
And Me Sing To It
A Blank Piece Of Paper Watch What I Bring To It
Love, Which Will Encourage Your Next Visit
Mud, I'm A Poetical Sex Wizard, Run
It's No
I'll still be alive
Why these bitch ass niggaz, want to see me a goner
See I'ma swing from the heart, and slip they ass in a coma
They don't want it how
pole with Hekyll and Jekyll
I know many men who have sold the secret medium my way
I light that bowl and lose control of tracks constructed by
on the yard, me I got the buddah
If you’re not Doogs, I won’t two's ya
With that big bed he’s looking like lunar
Smoke it ‘til I want new different tuna
Jigs by
a dancer, I be quick to pull my pants up after
I walked in, horns blowing like I got the answers
My brodie text me verse, you know I'm quick to put my man's
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