Lyrics:
the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites
Those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new
I been running up the P's all summer i was overseas
Only real ones around me good vibes and energy's
Rolling rolling up my weed
Pouring pouring
"Who's that? My man?"
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don't like that
Mhmm, I don't like that
Mhmm, I don't like that
Probably wanna smoke my
But there was trouble on the other side of town
It was a time when people began to stand their ground
As the eyes of the world were opened by a man
beats, not one swerved
five summers later man can't stop bringing back up verses
Isaac told me that he need something by this time last Thursday
Ight
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
better when they start
That's how the 80s broke my heart
And who are you calling poof? You like Wham, man, I hate that stuff
And then my grandad died
I wanted to get back to you
And apologize despite our past
I won’t say that I didn’t mean what I said
Though I was mad and I was lost
If only I could
niggas in Semadonna
Like Donna Summer's Backwoods rappers, I swear they bring me laughter
Everything around me probably got it off of draft stuff
Fuck
of
The sisters to be released
She simply came in and sat next to me
I was probably the
Ugliest man in town and this might have
Had something to do with it
"Drink?"
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
record sales
Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells
My mother was a working class, very loving woman
Who struggled, every dinner
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath
the future thinking they designers
Was all good just a week ago
Y'all take the summers off I ain't working seasonal
Like Michael Jordan Space Jam how you
the same
But who can I blame?
My friends, left me all alone to rot in that cell
I was in hell, I ain't had no bail, I couldn't even get no mail
I was looking
One my bro til the day we die fuck a rookie
When I was down he split the money in half just like a cookie
Get cho mans and nem before I have to go
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
legs like the running man don’t get me upset yo bitch is a mess I ran this shit for seven summers man
I just knew I was a knight every night I had
on golden sand
Two friends
And the summer wind
Like painted skies, those days and nights
They went flying by
The world was new
Beneath the bright
what was I to say?
And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
I gotta work to feed my wife and baby
I work so god
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