Lyrics:
For tonight's performance of the The Sound of Silence
Join us on the stage
To be the odd Garfunkel to my Paul Simon tonight
Please welcome
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance I seen her in
And burn in blood-soaked soil
The herds by the hundred hosts
Chernobyl or Bhopal
How much are Ethics worth there
El Niño pays the Devil’s share
Aral sees her
treasure chest
Industrialist
Like Paul Revere
I got friends in high places yeah
Greater chance that I make it there
Nike checks bank statements clear
Can't
me one last time
I promise to never
hurt you again
Sit down
take a minute
Don't turn away
By let me hold your hand
In front of you I stand a broken
tryna live it
They want me die where i'm at
I took this chance to be a rapper they tryna put three in my hat
But i'm a soldier, you take action it get
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
By accident I found you
By chance you came to me
A fortune falling out of Heaven
Greatest pearl out of the sea
By coincidence I found you
Shiny
supposed tah I do I'm s'posed tah
I don't take no chances I plan in advance
Plan in advance
I don't take no chances I plan in advance
Plan in advance
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
pistols and keep
A couple grand in his hand
Don't stand a chance, I must remind you
Bitch, I'm Diamond, I'm STILL gon' blind you
Talkin' shit and I will
a fucking drumstick
You would think we in the stu the way I let this drum spit
You would think we in a dojo by the way this drum kick
And my niggas ride
Jumping jumping jack
Jumping jumping zack
Jumping jumping paul
Jumping paul again
Pick and pick and choose
Pick and choose and pick
No chance is
collecting
Dust collecting
Dust collecting
Piece by piece
I want Paul Simon's brain
A little rain and a lot more listening
I want a lot of things but I will
and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it
Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself
Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how
a taxpayer by a governmental organization
In order to fund various public expenditures
A failure to pay, along with evasion
Or resistance to taxation
Is
Street
By the capital building to somewhere sunny in the tropics
In the city where the unknown remain unknown
Can't party downtown without a blade or gun
flossin canary diamond me and my niggas
Forever shinin y'all niggas been noble like a TV show
Simon and Simon
Chip in a million christenin you listenin
Now
down in Gucci sandals
This a BB Simon it be holding up my pants though
And i know that i be sinning I'm just asking for a chance though
I know you don't
a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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