Lyrics:
Guapo I got da Ps El chapo
You know they call me el guapo
Let me tell you bout a lick cuzzo
Dead broke I ain't got shit oh no
I heard that he got da
Monsieur Morrison speaks:
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock,
but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
Lucifer answers:
If the fool would
Veskoppies emahlanyeni sweet no Mkatakata Freedom of expression, this is a lyrical Inkatha Bakakati got chicks bashaya iPhatha-Phatha Ngiwu 50 Cents in this
the winter, viscous like lezin
We both look at dead man's hand
One glace at you as you respond
Soon we'll find the end of the line
It's all about reaching for
up the pimpin’
I said that I told that I meant it
No politics not the senate
Love be apartment complex
And I’d still wanna be tenant
Ride it till
on dead end blocks
Music hard as cinderblocks
Lemonade and peach Cîroc
I’m Puffy when I Diddy bop
When its real you never stop
No matter the struggle
Put it
Take ya out, bouta bust a move
What’s the smell that’s that Jimmy Choo?
That’s why these men try to get at you
But you by my side you my Pikachu
from the glass shatter
Opposite, all cap like the mad hatter
Not bad for a man with a plan to drift
The waves are big, nose dive to a bad descent
No
countries building up armaments
Their existence means no security
No future for you or for me
The smallest countries waging nuclear war on society
Azure skies
ball not being cannibal
Pimp this land summer to winter and never fall
Destruction is caused by building these walls
And halls leading to death
And then
of viola to cello
One thing isn't different though
I'm still blowing smoke rings to my microphone
In the dead of night, no light
Lookin' back into
vanguard
And I ride by myself I don't need no fucking bodyguard
Sending scattered showers
Go and get a rain guard
Bustin shots like I'm Kobe
Draco gonna hit
Feast on the dead until no life remains
Forward towards a pointless end we squander never gain
of a winter moon
Envy for the three we planted early
Safe in stasis in permafrost tombs
Eternal sleep, but with eyes opened wide by icy digits
(Whispers)
to sleep and no one found me dead
Cause everybody stayed inside 'til March
Then a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where I lied
Some boy picked
freebase like the shit on the stove
Tell this asshole water wet, winter is cold
The drum look like it's a cinnamon roll
Every bar sick, this is like
lived you seemed more dead than alive
The ice cold touch of death, a silence of embrace
No words of hope or love on a barren landscape
The state
and gone, defeated by the son of the crown.
The prophet of evil he will no longer lead us into misery, cursed be his soul
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
*echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!)
to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake after that
'cause yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
And I've been gone for the winter
to hear it clap
u wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
adn I been gone for the winter
but now
been thinking too much of you.
Last snowfall left splinters
And some winters never end, neither wane nor wear.
And sunshine is like lovers
Hotel, motel, holy ghost
Razor blade, jailbait, over dose
Woke up pristine no one knows
What you did last winter in the Poconos
Ayo, he got
was no grass.
No one knew him.
He was shunned
By the whole school.
Jeered at, he was
Outcast like
The village fool.
All agreed on,
As if code,
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