Lyrics:
some ridiculous new sport
Quick, someone call the girl police
And file a report
In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every
You may be in London,
Waiting on a train
You may be in Paris,
Dancing on a stage
Or shooting the curl in Bali or
Down south drinking
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
some ridiculous new sport
Quick, someone call the girl police
And file a report
In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every
In the burning sun by a mountain stream
On the tip of a stem is a leaf so green
In China, India and Ceylon
Grows a shrub that's loved by everyone
and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish
Watch this Beres
Woman say me deh pon her wanted list
Hear why
Thought I could live without you (eh-eh)
Thought everything would be fine
Saw
and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone
the sahara
Careful what you wish for, you karma's in your lover
All my passion are goals that seem unattainable
So I'm sorry if my content is not relatable
I
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
dinner
Cause if you lose your life by a badge or a gun
Nobody really becomes the winner
He always wished the money grew on trees
So he can live care free
smokin' gas (Smokin' purp)
Henny by the P (UghHuh!)
Spill the tea!
Go head and brew it (Go head and live it)
Yo bitch depressed (She MmmMm)
She goin'
the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While
the surgery
Waking splayed in fiberglass-pink
A silent space
A Planet Pain
But you can't bore a hole to a cavity where the soul lives
Vaseline Hands
Summoned through a keyhole
In a lunchbox for three
Take me to your followers
And the swingset police
You can't see the weather
Now, there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
I can dig it
This is my manifesto, the reason
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
All the day, I can see the life from the western isles
Faded in white like a western smile
We could live here, you know
Nobody say, caught up in
a fight to be equal
Do you feel free
Free from deceit
From constant defeat by injustice of we
Do you feel free
Yes, all lives they matter
But Black lives
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
to plan to be harassed when stopped
By a god damn mother fucking crooked ass cop
Fuck the police
The racist and ignorant
Fuck all the people in power that
leave can't stick around for police
Started to grind in my teens bitch niggas not my cup of tea Yeah
Written by; Waldau Aldoph, Jesse Lafleur
Because of a paper shit they wont let you live
fucking sorrow to get something to eat
Day by day surviving, night by night in tears
Because
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