Lyrics:
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
was because I heard I had siblings I was really intrigued
You confirmed it when you shook my hand and we began to speak at The Hemlock Stone on Wollaton
Back, now, she say her coochie hurt
I don't be wantin' with none of these hoes, I swear to God, I'm just a flirt
When them bowls come in, we get 'em
sound?
I can't make it out, the volume, so quiet yet so loud
Astounded, I stand in awe
Confounded by what I heard, contradicting what I saw
I observe no
Escobar season cormega 4 reason
We with it what
I'll stay high triple beamin queensbridge
I ride is high tide
They want static have em doing the electric side
Though he was down to ride
My brothers Keeper falling by the wayside
Swift to cut
Sun rise towards east, lower nose in prayer
I, cup runneth over.. condensate thy terror
Some of my friends will die in cartridge
Tho none of em is
him
And the world became flesh
And dwelt among us
And we have seen the glory
Glory glory full of Grace
And truth
Laws given passed down
By Akenaten
mine get your own bag
A sack full of og under locking key
None for the homies this is all for me
Got a blunt looking like a Cali palm tree
Police roll
a hearse
Guess he was in a heavy hurry to be heard
Guess he was worried about a world by bilderberg
Voy a navegar
Al puerto del alma
Cruzando el mar
Hasta
to the ceiling baby this is what I do
We Out Frontin Can't tell me nothing
Tearing Down The Mall I could Have it if I want it
Whole entire team getting chicken
keepin' me high
Said nothin' better than the first time
I'll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don't have to spend another second
we ain have a choice
Them statues wasn't put up right after the war
They put them up recent(ly) to send us a message
Seems like they focused
I go Jeffery get that shit in check
Serve a bale, nigga, put that shit in traffic
He ain't came down off his pill yet
He tryna let 'em have it
I
shoulder and a angel on the other one
But I ain't never listen to none of 'em
It's been a crazy road runnin'
And I, I never stop runnin'
People
I think I heard a creek in the ceiling, so the roof
SO the roof
I guess we need a new roof, and you know, this is probably just the start
Nine ten,
a gun you got a knife
Twin turbo beamer coupe
I paint it off white
Heard you want to race
We can run it at the light
Police want to chase
Fade to black
when there's love and lust
But none of it will matter, they corrupt as fuck
I'm just tryna figure out why they work so hard
To devour what we have but
Mary Jane she gets me high
Mary Jane she gets me by
I love to smoke man I get so high
When I die ima be so high
When I die ima be so high
When I die
Haha, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Great John on the beat, by the way) hold on, hold on
Look, please don't blow my high right now (right now)
I'm
her groove back I heard that she a eater
These bitches thawed out and ready Lil' Ceasars
Shorty gave me brain I thought I had amnesia
I hate to have
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
Hook
I keep to myself I play em from a distance
In none I trust niggas will have you twisted
Mama called me while the shrooms is kicking got me
momentary loss of
The thing that sucks, okay, for me
A thousand bucks, I'm like, scot-free
And I mean, please, that's all I need
Get real, Jose, by now
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