Lyrics:
no, Apache, war paint on, actin Tonto
In the warzone, no mans land in the foxhole
Surrounded by the snipers, and the sheep straight Stockholm'd
You
I need a new art form
Before another liter oxygen
Keep it low cut
Anxious to show up, yeah
From the leader of the foxhole
Comes the fear of every
chose another path
You might just have quelled His wrath
Hiding in the Foxhole made
A life so easy to evade
You're not leaving here - not alive
I'll send
spoke to Feeny
Keep a bag packed just in case I feel like leavin
Never sleep and go to work the same time as the demons
Out the foxhole, gunnin' for
the strongest, the strongest of glues
That'll keep this nation from tearin' apart
Hunkered deep in a foxhole, we won't advance to the crossroad
You know the truth
the slums and the foxholes
Don't ever think I don't miss yall
When I make it big we gon big ball
I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz
Sometimes I be missin tha
happy than not die at all
For a man is a fool who will not heed the call
Gonna see Miss Brer Foxhole with bright diamonds in her teeth
She is pure gold
ideology
The blackened earth in hindsight
Those foxholes filled with fist fights
All orders fall mute, you salute, and you simply disagree
But do you tip
demons
Sitting in a foxhole
Hold on to my history
Pull myself from misery
The imagery I see vividly
It kinda sorta gets to me But won't let it reach
Like
star
lands in an entangled bank
the arms trade foxhole vixen
is fixing the fight
for the men of leisure
and the men of war
the match locked black
on gazpacho
You talkin' bout new friends, but like Drizzy, we don't got those
Niggas hidden' in the den, shootin' out the foxhole
I could spin big-body Benz,
me foxhole faith
Now someone take
My confession
Lived through a
Great depression
I sold my soul
The devil told me
He'd make my dreams
A profession
Turn
a fuckhole to a foxhole
Babies come wiggle out
O You I planned
Learning as I go, go, go
She's burning up and mommy's straight up out cold
Heaven hath no fury
this is just our first life
Settle down in your foxhole prayers
If that's what it takes to get you there
But leave me out of those specious designs
What if in a foxhole you play God?
Will you sing the ragged sky into dawn?
Did you know your hope has always spurred me on?
Did you know that without
Scatterbraine, they smoked you out of the foxhole
Scatterbraine, you act like a priest in a brothel
Naïve charm, the idiot boy from the farm
the jungles
I saw nothing
I felt no enemy
We died there
In the foxhole
My companion lay bleeding in my arms
So proud
pride
So quick to murder
For posterity
from the foxhole
(God Flow) Aes stay gold like Ponyo
Hard headed, war-vetted, four-legged mongrel
Speak slow order Jim Beam shoots
And split hairs
loosen our wrists as we fill in your foxholes
You've got your bad apples to ruin your bunch
Yeah we're all right here so you better eat up
Oh yeah, there's
in Satan?
They said there's no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole
I'm trying to be a god damned believer but the road to heaven's full of potholes
Dig your own foxholes or dig your own grave
The storm is about to begin
The siege has begun, there's nowhere to run
Panzerkampfwagen emerge
Tanks
Dig your own foxholes or dig your own grave
The storm is about to begin
The siege has begun, there's nowhere to run
Panzerkampfwagen emerge
Tanks
Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?
Whose streets have you walked on?
Who did you meet?
What did they say?
Is the world just a foxhole
The prayers that we pray in foxholes and funerals
The songs that we sing in delivery rooms
The questions we ask when nobody's listening
But the man
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