Lyrics:
I can't control this feelings
The darkness is calling me
It's friday, seven O'clock in the morning
Just getting up, ready to go work
One more day
spot
I mean sport, sometimes I lose my train of thought
But I'm back again and promise that every track is hot
We gon' hit some traffic headed
son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
RAPPIN LIKE A RABBID HOUND
SMASHIN EVERY TRACK TILL ITS FLAT
AS A CAN OF POP
IN THE HANDS OF A FAN
FRONT ROW
GROOVIN TO MUSIC
LP
THATS MY TOWN
SMELL TEETH
I'm gonna do what I'm told
He says I've gotta be in by seven
But I never show my face til way gone eleven
But no matter what I do, I'll always be my
Track 2: WE GO TOGETHER
Alex Waghorn Anton Joensson Dennis Butabi Borg Matt Silver
Oh it's a long way there. Here is the new sensation
It's loud
defining signs be divided in the light with the might in the right between the seven seas i see conspiracies in floating
stowing in the foam of my conscious
But I'll sell you a track and then a nigga
Headed to another photo tape
Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow
But the straight and narrow
Just
If I wait just another day
[CHORUS: JAY]
I got to tell ya
getting blinded by the lights
I got to tell ya
bout the chaos in my mind
I got to tell ya
all
and enemy
You see, my grand dad invented tying lasses
To train tracks
Cackling, twisting his mustache
And my dad, his spawn
Who carried it on in the sixties
on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm
Caught in a haze of uncertainty’s gaze and tempted by a touch of hell.
And breaking my back on some old fool’s track,
Listening to “Time will Tell.”
There
Sounds of the Sir
Yo, yeah
Listen, yo
Watch this, yo
I've been in all types of pickles
Back when man used to roll naked
By naked I mean no
now
When I was sixteen, I was right every night
I was spittin' 16's by the light
You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here
thirsty
I crossed the tracks and now I'm chopping off heads
With the rhyme axe you can run but you can hide so relax
Lock into my eyes, tell me your
that you wouldn't want to walk by
Type of like hoodlum with a cork eye
Crazy and can't help it the stress do it
or maybe, I'm just to lit, and that's it
it, some don't even try
And got the cheek to look at me, and wonder how I'm speedin' by
All this pain I got, I need to cry (cry)
Instead, I hold it
Deep within the underworld
The seven judges sit before the throne of Ereshkigal
Queen of the great Earth
A master plan to slay Praenuntius
Terminate
(Shredded on the track, yo)
Slyšel jsem tolik keců
Že prej na zem dopadneš
Býváme dole, vždycky se z toho nějak dostanem
Pošli mi alimenty, ať máme
ahead to pop while
We put them in power they only wanna act out
Crack files in the pound by the trap house
Is open twenty four seven, how they rap
I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldn't want to die
get shot, they don't tell the cops nothin'
So keep on bouncin', rock a 3-5-7
[Pacewon]
That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
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