Lyrics:
catching her
Damn, I get that money like sure
And my beats so sick that there is no cure
See, I get between more knees than venereal disease
Yeah you know
the amber of the southern lights
Knew you were home by a creak in the floor
Foot silhouette under a bedroom door
I got one more chorus left for you guys
the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys
lacking.
Who is this Jesus? Why is he different?
You choose Messiahs by the sack full.
We need him crucified,
It's all you have to do.
We need him
you
Guess it wasn't good enough for me
I guess I give you a reason to see
A little lot of nothing in this excuse for a person to call myself
I wanna
'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
a lotta) money, spent it all
She said she would love me all night long
She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah"
She said "You're Chris Wallace, Dead
Somewhere in Beijing with a bad little thing
And she say that she like how I Rock
Jabronis around me they gotta get lost
Can tell the car foreign just by
[GA]
Comin' from the playground.
Take it straight back to the bricks.
Yo, Chris, tell 'em where it is.
[Chris]
Chillin'; cooler den a squeak;
Jesus loves me I can feel it in my soul
There's a long and windin' road that I long once more to travel
There's a home place in my heart sittin' high
a little water
Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it
just can't seem to get enough of
There's more there's more
There's more there's more besides joyrides
The little house in the countryside
Understand,
Fuckin Chris’s Watts
He musta fuckin lost his mind
He had to be nuts
How could you do it???
Take away your family’s life?
I’d spit on your grave
But
know you can't go wrong
Plus Cillian Murphy and Cliff Curtis
And Rose Byrne and Benedict Wong
It's even got a young Chris Evans
It should really get more
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
me
It tastes so sweet to trust in Jesus
Just to take him by his word
And I can say that cause
I know what you promised
See his word on my mind
I keep
Stand up, like Jesus said pick ya self up and walk, huh, stand up, I'ma speak bold in Jesus name when I talk, huh, stand up, I'ma stand up for all my
[Talib Kweli]
The proud
Stand tall or don't stand at all, see'mon
Uhh, yeah
Break it down
What we do?
[Chorus]
We survive, it's more than
have won with only a little more time
And looking back down the pages of history
The greatest influence for good there ever was Jesus
And his spite
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
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