Lyrics:
brothers never fish but they busy at the dock
Cause I was riding through the hood playing PAC
Kids know it's Prince even though my windows dark
I can feel
Well what can you do
When the dock's come over you
How can you feel except blue?
Well how do you try
When the whole damn creek's gone dry
How can you
definitely time for change
Yeah
I mean the game been dry
Uh-huh
So, I figured we going for re-election
Yeah
So, me and Wayne gon' keep running
Uh-huh
look down and lept off the dock,
See if you can guess where X marked the spot
The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave,
Only one mile from where
where the boat docks are
And the moon just laughs at me
A sickle in a cotton veil
Will I make it through this gale
It's such a long swim
It's such
So many admirals and so many captains
But no one to take care of you and your complaints
Some say that the owner will put it on dock
Root out the crew
and I'm Hermes up
I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up
I'm rich as fuck, really you need to switch the topic up
Hickory, dickory, dock
to the Apollo
Freeport LI to LA
Throw a Frito Lay off the dock to the bay
You wanna know why a kid goes to school
And in his book bag he carries a tool?
Because
the heat
I'm down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down the old fairground
Up from the docks blew a lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard
we've done those bastards in
We'll storm the BBC
Going transmetropolitan
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan
get away, you shanty man
That'll be pleasin' for the owner's soul
And they got no use for a shanty man
Send the ships from dock to dock
And away, get
wanders
I click click click
No dice
So, I rub my eyes and wonder why my luck's run dry
Between the blurry blinking, I quickly catch a glimpse of
A patch
the docks
Back to the hood ain't makin' no stops
Going up every day like I'm the stocks!
Cookies I smell it I opened the box
Can't trust nobody, they sly like
Let’s take a trip, within the soul
These fallen angels keep making their home
Down by the dock, drenched in moonlight
Resigned and ever ready
Who I
2009 Elm Ave
Out Prentis Park and shit
We use to walk from there to the Dock
When it was dark and shit
Or be out Brighton hooping when the sun out
so dry, it taste like sand
Dick so good, turn a straight guy bi Aim from my mouth, but got in my eye
Wish my Mom was a straight, so she wouldn't get
bastards in
We'll storm the BBC
Going transmetropolitan
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan
We'll drink the rat's piss,
down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down by the old fairground
Up from the docks blew al lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard ground
Holdin' up a love that
Weighs close to nothing
Takin' all the issues out to dry
The sun becomes a symbol
Feeds the fire of evil
Put that flame
of gas in the blunt
Send em to the dock gotta open them up
Niggas load guns in the back of the truck
Niggas chase money 'til they laced with gold
Gotta
contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease
of little children
Waitin' for dinner, they entered then exited
The earth split like dry flesh and then engulfed two whole blocks
The roofs flew off like
Sitting here, on this lonely dock
Watch the rain play on the ocean top
All the things I feel I need to say
I can't explain in any other way
I
Who said that money was everything
Well, that's a crock, you know what I'm sayin'
When the well runs dry
Say goodbye to your fair-weather friends
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