Lyrics:
mind, a nigga wouldn't front me
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me (yee, yee)
I got 'em comin' in all different kinds, flyin' out
Of the atoms of
The universe
Everyone you know
Has their own seeds to sow
And the garden of time
She isn't always kind
Like it or not
The present tense is all
it
And All they do is jest me acting like I give a damn about it
Y’all are the epitomes of a thoughtless fucking kind
We can go back and forth hell
and sex machines
We are all so compliant
'Cause everything is what it seems
And it can't be the satellite
To tell you how loved you are
Or some kind of live
I unplugged everything, I looked out the window
And I think the city heard, I watched as one by one the lights went off
So they could give their
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
But just, y'know shit don't happen sometimes, y'know whatever
But I was kind of fucked up after that shit, bro
'Cause that was, after everything it took
and I'm by you
Smoking the kind of Maui-wowi
Pakalolo, grade A
We call to the Caribbean
Deliver it up but their seeking
All connections get paid
Different
love chukwu okike mo
My creator
Eze dinma chukwu
My good kind and Lord
ifegiamaka
Your things are great
I see your love working in me
See your grace
All
It feels like I am being tortured by life
I am all-consumed with the emptiness inside
Your love has been ripped so far out of my life
I am all alone
there was a kingdom just for me
He thought it'd be tantalizing, some kind of test by realty
You know, I just don't know
I said, listen here, Old Scratch,
coal
People lift their faces to the sun
Knowing that they can rely on this one
And everything will be made more effecient
By the elimination of all kinds
and some of them niggas is mean
I been blessed by higher power, cant let a doubt cross my thoughts
He did that and y'all niggas still scared to suffer a loss
out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
First of all, sorry for stereotyping all of my kind
To all the short
Ya your girl gave me that cake I kind of find it funny
So give me that green light
I see it in my sight
When I say I’m gon' be rich no I don’t mean I might
gonna lifestyle like here
That’s my life and all I did
Everything’s sky
Look at my cheek
You gotta lies,
You gotta them
Who I am?
You don know me
You don
Alright!
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're
(G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Everything 'bout you so gangsta
Oh, you just so gangsta ooh, so gangsta
What up, gangsta
My baby you know I'm lovin' your style
Droplets to an ocean, I've ran through all my emotions
Capture me all the quotients, divided by the explosions
A pyre inside the pyrex, pirate
You I've found everything that I need
Strength when I am weak
Wealth when I'm in need
Igwe You're always by my side
Healing comes from Jehovah
a drunken slur
Johnny says, my love, you should unwind
On a bed as fine as mine
She says, you can buy all kinds of shoes
But you can't only wear two
Yours
I know you know all the pros and cons
They help you get to everything you want
Greasing policemen bending all the rules
Make them an offer that they
I know you know all the pros and cons
They help you get to everything you want
Greasing policemen bending all the rules
Make them an offer that they
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