Lyrics:
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
Staring at the sky[00:31.16]Raindrops passing by[00:34.08]You ain’t by my side but I’m staring at your eyes[00:40
a twelve-inch
Smoking the best Celtic
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may
is anything left to say
Anyway
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings
like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby
Images of rapture
Creep into me slowly
As you're going to my head
And my heart beats faster
When
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
Live up rasta children
My head is anointed and my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow I, all the days of I life
St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings
And oh, tell me what it takes for you toâ?¦
Swing by my way
Swing by my way
Maybe we should slow it down
Or maybe we should just head out
seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee
Go away, go away, darling Corey
Quit
reload
And by the time they'd done I was heading down the road.
Heading down the road,
Forty thousand headmen on my trail
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
don't mean maybe[01:34.22]What the fuck is going on?[01:38.20]He's not the father, I swear it[01:40.26]But you took a bite of my carrot[01:42.54
Tonight at midnight you came by
I Shook my head, tried not to cry
Halfway weeping, halfway sleeping
Tossing, turning, trembling, burning
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank
the disturbance out the window, oh shit they got my son
Pulled over his Tempo, Brenda dropped the endo
Had her little nephew with her yo she didn't care
They
I've been sitting here alone in the darkness
With the sound of goodbye ringin' in my head
I don't know how much longer I can go on like this
I'm
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