Lyrics:
bread and it’s on my phone
And got bitches that won’t leave me alone and I ain’t got time
Bitch I’m on my grind
And got the bread&bitches
They in a line
Yeah
Blessed
African Vibe
Calling my people
Connected the tribe
Added the why
Making of history
Connected the times
African vibe
This that African
cruise
Up to Malibu
Standards lavish, fancy views
Matching with the coupe
I always recoup
That's why I'm spending loose
That's why I bend the rules
that bitch she not my standard
Bank wire thru Santander
Made a couple cool bandys
I got Tools like handy manny
She took off her panties
I just took off
Part 1
From the planet Eagger these beings arrived
To the neighbour planet Hip Hop they came to colonise
Before recorded time this untouched ball
show you love but it’s not what you need, love is not enough.
(What i need?)
What’s in the dark always come to the light.
Time to lighten up.
(Auh)
know.
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray,
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall,
And I'd discuss
And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich they think you really know
If I were rich, I'd have the time that
know you heard I got a lot of money
I see you watchin, dont be actin funny
Im really down to earth, but my Standards high
cnd you ain't really special
it time
It doesn't take pain to change your
Mind no weapon can sever the soul from me
Not the sorceress
Not the money
All my cleverness
All my
look so lovely
You set the standard for all prestige
You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach
You should a keep in a showcase when
it time
It doesn't take pain to change your
Mind no weapon can sever the soul from me
Not the sorceress
Not the money
All my cleverness
All my
say the good times are over
Away
don't tell me the summer's over
Away
You are my personal miracle
I fell for all of your charms
I worship you like
Straight off the boat
Homie you know how it goes
I'm that light skin
Middle Eastern
Playin' it on the low
Cuz the homies out there
Wanna see you lose
trash
Like this shit the eastern conference playoffs
I never been served but do got the type of shit they'll wait on
I'm in a better place but better
Every morning that the light fills my waking eyes
From the dawning sun rising in the eastern sky
I sing a praise, praising this is one
You are one,
standard, can I paint on this canvas
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
(Shit can not be for ransom, shit can not be for ransom)
Andy Warhol
the goods we was given
And God bless the U. S. of A.
And God bless the standard of livin'
Let's keep it that way
And we'll all have a good time
Have
"We ain't got time to bleed, we hit the highways and skating on thin ice Mercedes in the street."
You ever feel like you're being tricked, tricked-out,
Spouting off eastern philosophies
Without a sense of inner piece
Like a shaolin monkey yeah a barrel full
Genuine as you'll find for $1.99
Shaolin
on to time
While Buddhists look for peace
Hindus and Sikhs
The truth is absolute that's why
I hold on to mine
A Catholic man holds his rosary
Islam holds
In the shadows
Where we lost our way
In the shadows
We wait for the day
We found our way
I long for the waves of Eastern skies
Where salt eats
jail time and
Now I am old
I'd appreciate a pardon
Til my humble crop's been sold
Yea I'll mail a humble pound of the finest eastern dope
You and I could
When we shine in the eastern sky
Make me 'wanna sit down and smile
Take a walk in through the park
Keep in time with the sounds of the dark
If you
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