Lyrics:
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Repartiendo las buenas nuevas de Salvation
A lo unico que le queda de la generation!
Yo tengo un enemigo que me quiere aplastar CHACUCHA CUCHU CUCHA
So I hope you'll keep these memories
In a diary
On the nightstand, by your bed
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries
Locked away
To return would make my dream
Come true
Behold the sea and winds of Jove
We set sail guided by the stars above
The ports of Troy escape our view
A cold
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
my way, swing my way
For my sexy sexy girl with yo' sexy ahh
I'm a little intimidated by your smile, by your look
I'm a little intimidated by your sexy
YES TO THE WORLD
FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
MY VOICE HAS GONE
I CAN’T UNDERSTAND THIS BRUTALITY
DAY BY DAY
THE DREAMS ARE DESTROYED
AMBITION IS GREATER
killing my high
My generation's too young to liberate
But understand enough to shiver by the state of your shit
So try to share the guilt or try to point
everlasting to eternity you are God
For a thousand years in your sight
Is like a day that's just gone by
Or a watch in the night, you are so powerful
Teach us
They burned all the books and gave religion to the Pagans
And lied to us daily for 1000 generations
Look me in my eyes and tell me something that I never
to products their souls stay playing
In meadows with their separated generations
No cages
And outrage is outplayed by outdated outlines
Of plate guidance pushed
a little desert, would you rather it be raining
I just wanna do right by you
Show me how to
tell me what you need
you’re a mystery, I am too
I just wanna do
gone for good
Don't judge a mummy by its rags
I want the person I knew!
They told me you were gone for good, now I'm back
Three thousand years you
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come
trouble with the law
Standing in the cuffs that the father once wore
Now it seems that every brand new generation
Have all been growing up with cracks in
the sky
While the storms are passing by
Over the clouds, running wild
For a hundred thousand miles
And I feel fine
Once in a while I'm stuck with
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
And each generation starts afresh
Why don't we speed to France by rail
And sit down at "Le Chat Qui Peche"
Drink slow cognac and eat snails
the work
Conrado Viray knows what it takes to visit the world
Traveled the Philippines, flippin’ antiques, he was schemin’ the herd
He stopped by her town
this
I want to be the reason 1000 people get saved everyday
I want to win album of the year just by announcing that I'll make another album
I want to be
about our sagas
And make it a thousand pages
Leave it here for instruction
For our kids, kids to be shown
& from generation to generation
It's tradition
Ouh
Thousands of souls
Screaming in agony
The world is burning down
As an result of greed
There is nothing to stop it
No seem could end this
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