Lyrics:
on water
She call me papi but she not my daughter
She fuck with Baby Jesus
'cause I'm not normal
I was at South by Southwest down in Texas
Performin' walkin'
(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show
hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share
Cast off cast off my gown she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my
pop done struck black gold
Mad racist and trifling
They used up all they water resources
You seen that film Chinatown
That movie cishet as what
One
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
will sing your songs of glory, Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
A city with a heart of gold
My heart will sing your songs of glory, Jerusalem
The water
light, here on your path
Under the leaves of existence
Shining upon uncertain steps
Calm yawns resound of distant wraths
As I walk down towards the city
the locksmith
Welcome to my slaughterhouse, I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread with
niggaz don't fuck no mo', all we get is head
Niggas don't play with bread and butter, all we count is bread
My niggas from, Mississipp-I, still get high
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
Welcome to my slaughterhouse I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread wit rubber bands
drinkin' more water for more life
Forward thinkin'
You don't need glasses for foresight
But baby I need my bread
Like them honey rolles
Keep these hoes
on my knees
Crying "Mercy" (mercy, on me)
I had mercy on me (mercy, on me)
And I got down on my knees
Thrown into a dungeon
Bread and water was
on my knees
Crying "Mercy" (mercy, on me)
I had mercy on me (mercy, on me)
And I got down on my knees
Thrown into a dungeon
Bread and water was
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
hold our rights for ransom
Tryna get my bands up
But they always take advantage
It's the same shit
Different day
Cause know we the new slaves
Gold chains
Lately I been tryana get my bread right
Future brighter than some head lights
If the head right I'll be there every night
But my youngins tryana
wasn't worth the fight
I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get
And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics
This isn't
the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communicating with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
From the hydrants
I've discerned
Helpless to the fact that we are dust to dust
And nautically naive
Nautically naive
My innocence deceived
And cast to an island
The heavens fixed upon our last farewell
To this black gold
Then she hit the water with a shudder
It had got her and she went down
Heard to utter was
hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share
Cast off cast off my gown she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my
stars collapse the
suckers
And I'm reborn every time the wine metamorphs back to water, my
god
Sweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikes
Use my skull
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