Lyrics:
knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call
Some friends that I could count on
Helped me tear down the walls
And then, brick by brick, we watched
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it
All you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
who've come to see me, for those that'd prove me guilty
May the joker hear your call and show you all more mercy"
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe'
always saw something deep down inside of you
It just took my true love to make it sprout through
Call me up
When you need some loving
Call me up
When you
don't need me know I
Pay for my pain now
Still deep in that sight
Call me babe babe that's ok
Leave you love down but that's enough for me now
Just think
by chopper light
Soldiers call them out
One stands and tries to run
Two shots will bring her down
Innocence was lost this day
When a bullet took
a memory
As soon as she calls I know I'm in trouble
Looking for a flame deep in the struggle
Living out some damned ole fantasy
In the morning light when
'cause she don't care
Someone else she adores
And it's a quarter after midnight
The girl's by her phone
But he won't call, and the tears fall
So she
Baddest bitch
And Pounds that lit
Yeah for the hell of it
And deep slurps
And lifted shirts
Yeah but she celibate
Then wifey call
I lovem all
Yeah
Rollin' down on Alondra, thinkin' how to get through
Used to just roll that ganja, rollin' deep with my crew
Now look I need them commas, pay my team
the chorus
I'm tryna take you deep, call it Blacklight, Mayne
[Chorus]
Aye this that good news music
We call it Gospel
We call it Gospel
We call it
Time just ticks by she's trapped inside
By overflowing cursed power approaching this witching
Hours tick on and she's long hid away from that little
That it was made by God
Before men thought they could improve
By plowing up the sod
These cities seem to ear me down
And I can't stand their roar
They
Everywhere I go I can't call home
In the end I'm all alone
God knows I'm dead inside when I'm not high
God knows deep inside that I'm a good guy
I'm a good
In the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
Four records deep, and I still get stage fright
From
Walking over tight ropes
Skipping through the timezones
Wading through the deep end
Crystal waters coursing thin
Londons eye is seeing red
Party down
Drifting towards the dark
Your soul forever gone
Deep into the abyss
You will not be missed
Brought back from death
Awakened by the spirit
Touched
We are legion
We are many
But you peddle our soul, like a Guy, for a penny
Way up high in an ivory tower
Deaf to our cries
Paying for flesh by
Catch your wraith
And collapse on the faith of what you call your own
You're living down in the deep of it
I told you to make
A decision that would
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
the deep darkness, you hide
I need to defend myself
Before start, already out
Devil, oh, oh
Call me, devil, oh, oh
By the day, I feel myself getting
I'm coming back
I want to look into your eyes
And let the world just pass me by
But when you're talking in your sleep
I know that I am in too deep
to your God do you call him by his name?
He's not hearing
Death wears a cowl final cut screaming echoes of Cain
Echoes of Cain
Cain
Echoes of Cain
Buried
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