Lyrics:
cup chilly breasts.
Things not said fill up every room.
As he stands there in the door,
there's no room for him anymore.
She lies there saying,
"Honey
Carried by a perilous tide
The Architect had nil to lose
Until he found his reason why
He blew to splinters all the doors
That she had closed the day
sweater
Denim or Patek ever black-owned
I spend it better than most
A lion don't leave the jungle by choice
And when it was time to speak up, you was
Mag ik mijn waggie rustig rijden als een drive by? (What else)
Mag ik rustig boeken lezen? Mag ik wijs zijn? Huh?
Ik heb gespend maar ik heb een nog
before
'Fore the day that the demons would knock down our door
The wind's singing like a phantom song, goddess in the sky
She walks the rivers
I guess I'll never know where your head is at
I painted you in colour but you dressed in black
Still illuminating golden years gone by
Staring
Ey
Beats by AG Blaxx
Come on
Acrobatiek
Ik ben ziek, acrobatiek
Ik ben
Ey
Ik ben ziek, ziek
Andere flex, acrobatiek
Andere flex, ik lean
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow
think that you could stand a chance
A zero out of ten
You're out of luck again
A fifty seventh shade of black and blue
A street fighter playing by no
black, cloak blankets the sun
Surrounded by faces of which I know none
I feel all alone so I reach for the golden lion
Golden lion take my hand
My knees
Summer rain fell on Col. Glenn
And made the hot asphalt shine
Wade was behind the wheel
I was there by his side
Memories that I lost
Dots I can't
and wide
Her friends were all around
And in the little brook before the cottage door
The body of sweet Anne was found
Taken away by her weeping friends
Up
nine, all of my friends by my side
Nothing to hide, nothing to lose, I'm on the loose
Bet you my bottom and top dollar second you get here you'd love it
Black towel hoodie, I'm a hood guy
Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight
Now I live it up, every month book flights
I don't wanna be broke, so I work hard
have you hear this beat
I know that you aint heard this before
So I'm gonna ki-kick down that door
So brand new it anit even go back
You don't
and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious
He could feel the secrets
She was hiding deep inside
Tell me of the nightmares
You have to fight
Rain of ice was falling
From the black
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
the streets where I'm from
Eastside South Central's where the petho pason
24 non-stop, you gotta carry your gun
Black and white, hitting corners but to me
the door, nigga I was at war
With who was supposed to be my life bringer
The all knower, my nourisher, my aspiration encourager
I figured the fault's due
the quicksand, hair wrapped like arabs from Iran
We crash clubs, black blood, shed for money love
Backstabber's hugs, little kids follow thugs sellin drugs
party
Makes blow yar door and more this is the mad side of the game
I ain't got shame cuz' I'm funkin' about my color cuz I don't need to be black to do
drowned by the anchor of your memory
It was a fast black beneath a slow flash
We left our names at the door
Bound and gagged our pasts back at home
When I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
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