Lyrics:
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
whispers Your name
For me you left Your throne
And traded crown for thorns instead
I'm safe within not by Your skin
But because Your blood was red
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
A GAME
THATSSS RIGHT
J DOUBLE E Z-Y
LIVE MY LIFE STACKIN PAPER FUCK GETTIN BY
GETM IN GETM OUT IN THA SAME NIGHT
TOLD MI NIGGA TIP GREAT MINDS THINKIN
life
(Oh)
My life
(Hey)
My life
(Oh)
Got everybody watchin' what I do
Come walk in my shoes
And see the way I'm livin'
If you really want
is release
Every familiarity scarce as the great white shark
Oh, to build
Walls with golden gills
Spike in hand
High above the sand
To kill
They never should have messed with New York City
They don't want none of old Uncle Sam
We stare right in the face of terror
And you know Lady Liberty
[Verse]
Flags wave high, stars 'n' stripes in the blue,
Banjo strings hummin' 'bout the red, white, true,
Fireworks crackle, light up the night air,
Peugeot.
My older brother was a gi-joe.
Red white and blue from my head to my.
Toes.
I'm an American boy.
(He has words speeches by Martin Luther
again?
Fate or chance
A beauty
In uncertainty
We fought them
On great white sand
Our shadows reframed memories
We want only to live
Only
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
Glory down at the courthouse
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA
me livin' in a cell, tryna put me in a box
But I'm bout to break out this shit is not right
My nigga tyler told me now we in the spotlight
The time
a livin' he's a 'Lousiana
man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,
even got a little bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out
dryin' in the hot hot sun,
tomorrow
They says, "if you's white, be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back, get back, get back"
I was in
pal-in' around with
But you never had a friend like him!
Put your checkered past behind you now
No more livin' on the run
Face a big, bright, beautiful
We out here livin' thru the USA
Rap the Map
As I open up my eyes I slowly realize
That I've been sleeping driver side in my ride right through
I don't know about you I'm doin' what I do
And the way I'm livin' is great
Only thing that I can do, every day contend you
Give them haters reason
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
I am the God of fuck
I am the God of fuck
Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind
Who said date rape isn't
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's
livin' in every town,
We believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the American way,
No body owe you nothin' supposed
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