Lyrics:
Lay down your head
You're not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Lay down your head
it warm
Heating up the stage
Whenever I perform
Nigga I'm the fever
Hotter than the sun
Tell me what you need
Bet I could get it done
Nigga I'm
The sun will never come down
There's another way, time to move on up now
We can change the pace, there's no need to rush now
We don't need the hate,
Let's just piss away the day (piss away the day)
Crank-call the cops down at the station
Just for friendly conversation
Requesting songs they never
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
The next
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife
And it
of the conversation
Trying to make another day get away so you can get on by
Woke in the morning the stars have all fallen and
The sun is burnt outside
Nowhere to hide
down
And there's strangers from further and further away in town
And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
And you know the West
the sun dim some, slow from a rooftop
Parking garage photoshoots always took off, look up
We can see the moon illuminate
You got my brain genetically
being really known
- I had three
That's what the cypher is about - all
Three of my identities have it out
Each express their reasons for being
Making
always on the move
Month one
Smoke on the daily but not for fun
I'm tryna keep my cool like albinos hiding from sun
Plus I got a tool, but haven't told
Took the Cal coast down to Mexico
Found a little trouble with nobody we know
Had to get away, blow a little smoke
See a little skin down in heaven
finesse is knocking at my door
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun
And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore
I bring the element H
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
was Great Britain's initial Prime Minister
The Dominican Republic is different from Dominica
Most kids can count a hundred by age 6
Will Smith turned
to worry about keeping his own head above
I shut the door behind me, huddled up in my coat
Condensation floating off my breath, squinted out the sun
My
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
when then sun around
I'm from the Empire State and I'm high as the state buildin'
Beloved, I have no plans of comin' down (nuh uh)
Beloved, I got you
she’s biting the head
Chillin’ in a sauna gettin sweaty wit a yung hoe
She and a machete go gung ho on my bunghole
She’s goin’ down like Old Yeller
She’s
get them old skimpy-ass sacks away from me, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put
now the sun is set a blaze
Memory forever stained
Beautiful scenes down by the rope swing we let it play
making's a mess
What
Illuminate the darkest skies at night
Three stars shining bright see us the guiding light the three Magi
Sitting high looking down from
time? (Shady!)
I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave 'em the finger
To take the attention away
From my stinking face it was bringing
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