Lyrics:
Spiritual acceptance, inside your residence
Lookin inside yourself, somethin what's on your mind
Now that we're ropin and copin on the straight and narrow
fear straight into my eyes.
Fuck execution,
Bow down.
All now rise!.
No Regret!
Don't you tell me that it's gonna stop burning.
I detest the lies.
So
nothing's how it could've been. Nothing's straight, nothing's pure, yeah nothing's what it should've been.
down?
Another stitch up, another suture Johnny was right when he said no future. Put it straight so the dogs relate, wish you're brain dead TV skive.
CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I know bitches who love Sauce for the dicko, straight Gorilla
Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-
ddicted to my
a stiletto don't let me out of your sight Even though your thoughts been blocked
I mix my martinis straight up with a twist of hemlock
I drink Absolut
the soundproof straight to DAT
In fact, I'm sick of how you brothers react
My demo says Mississippi but I ain't speakin' 'bout no gats
But my raps, are laced
A mad dash up the charts
won't even get you straight
A platinum plate
and some cake
and you still paying late
Your royalties
is just
half, the diameter
Of area, mathematics, straight up scarin' ya
Face to face, cheek to cheek eye to eye
Now many wish to battle but never wanna die
So
the subject, hell, nobody cares
The fact is you're a liar, we're all quite aware
Couldn't tell a story straight wouldn't know how to begin
Cause telling
to drugs and oh yeah... hail satan.
Goodnight boys and girls.
Pleasent dreams.
[backwards 7" Intro]
Sometimes I get so straight edge.
I sit in a room
afraid of?
You're staring straight through me
When will we gain back the trust we've been breaking
How can we stop all the clocks we've been racing
your mind
Even owe your mind
You said straight when I thick you late
The way you feel about it
Said I treat you like a brother would
I'm afraid
of things
You don't understand
You really make me ill
'Cause you're Mr. Nice Guy
Straight A's in alcohol hittin'
All the parties
You and all your asshole
beneath him
He'll tell you, tell you to go straight to hell
He's a cynical fool who's mad at the world
For holding him too close to their hearts
Because
we'll chill.
Here comes the rivals straight for the kill.
Best believe they come to flex them skills,
gotta get in they ass for real.
I don't give
hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily,
the extra
cent to lose it all
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do you wait too long to
get the timing right
do you bite too bard
griping for your life
do you turn away
or run straight
And all Your wonders never cease
To amaze me
Even me
I get so nervous
I get so tongue-tied
When I'm around You
My Love
You see straight through me
My words
a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Moe-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
[Verse 2: Big
on the interstate
My girl say her period is really late
I got a home abortion kit, we finna get it straight
Just kidding bitch, good news, that's great!
I hope
Straight or bullet (find it there in your library)
When did Columbus land here?
Wasn't that a grand year?
You can find the name of his three ships
How
straight from the hip
The brass is counting on it
It's fun to be pistol whip
Out, censored, quite platonic
All the rage, out of phase
Everyone is
of you
Who might be amused
With your ominous state
Dragging me straight down
Not a soul around
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