Lyrics:
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno
Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
Trees grow the creature by
DUMB ASS
TWELVE TRIED TO CHASE ME
NIGGAS TRYNA ERASE ME
BEAT BY KASEY
CASE YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME
CHAMPAGNE CASE ME
AT THE TOP PLACE ME
NEW V YOU
My name is Joseph Perez
Um, I go by SentRock
I do visual art
I said, "Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah"
Now I'm
Doing the Byron's Boogie
Doing the Byron's Boogie
We got Brother Trucker, Kevin Gordon, Joe and Vicki Price
Studebaker John, baby play the blues nice
on the side of my ribs by my kidneys
Don't get stain if you hitting civilians, green dot on a opp for precision
Green dot to the Watts in the prisons, protocol
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
I'm living my life like I'm sick in the head
Thoughts of success got me chasing my death
Every show I throw gets shut down by feds
I sleep in my
and we stacked 'em up, for a house and bought some ground.
Traded for some cattle, and turned 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
Miss Fuck-with-the-Music
I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint
Three seconds it takes for her to turn blue
With my hands around her
the heat dispose Of the beef flowing so Sweet By taste
I don't want a flock watching over me for that statement, Get ready to migrate
And feast your ears
Written by Jean Frankfurter (Music)
And John Moering (Lyrics)
Each night I dream
The same old dream
I cannot forget it seems
The beach where I found
me
No more action for hundreds, it's thousands, they know I'm getting money
But I ain't Sean John yet, I'm a young Puffy
But a call of duty will,
catch this train
Up past sunrise, now I'm restless, blue skies fucking with my brain
Time is ticking like the clock, I'm still held up by delays
Body
stack up the blues
Yeah, my niggas play for keeps
Better keep the shit cool
Fuck nigga, stay away
I ain't mean to be rude
Shit, if it ain't on my hip
You
and your grace
Love you mama!
I'm like a green apple from the garden of eden
Thankful I bear fruit my kids saved me from evil
For blue stripes the opps
I mean it
Blue faces need a stack by the weekend
You fuck wit the bread we start tweaking
(You fuck)
Ain't no telling what you'll be receiving
slapping like lasagna,
Greink out his lane for cut out,
Young nigga got messed out, free past us
Bring up all the wapper, met chick go for eat a bit
she waited my table, boys- i fell in love
And I was just nineteen
When I bought them wedding rings
We said our vows at her daddy's church
By day I
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
up with out a father
And a mother who was one amazing black queen
Money for ice cream and nice things
Made us forget we didn't have dreams
It
smile right through the blues
Cold feet, wet cotton
Too poor for window shopping
Hold your head up, through the hardest times
Never give up; don't lose
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