Lyrics:
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
Can't, won't look back and press rewind
Because life ain't easy ask George and Weezy
Moving on up it was nice and breezy
Three's company with my man Jack
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
knew that I'd never be any good
And never wear a hard-hat and do things like that,
So I joined the police force:
Damp in Dumbarton dip about
the deen)
That thing (the Sirat al-Mustaqim)
That thing (yo)
That thing (it's about a thing)
That thing (uh, yo)
If ya feel real good wave your hands in
Hey, young world
M-murder, fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches,
to the Capitol building and took over. There was someone dressed up as some kind of animal and had signs and they were they were painted and all kinds of things
of them. And anybody could grow their hair for
peace or give up a week of their holiday for peace
or sit in a bag for peace,
protest against peace anyway,
And put my sanity up on the table like its up for grabs
But if I lose it man I'll probably never get it back
You thought about it for a minute now it's
don't really know shit
And they never did
And it scares me
Because now I'm just a grown up who doesn't know shit
But one thing is I do know this
create the slavery, now it’s our turn bitch
Fuck up the neighborhood gave us no choice
Indictment them cops won’t bring back George Floyd (It won't)
Yeah
Stuck in one place, no level ups, that shit embarrassing, Im up late playing a vinyl by George Harrison
They don't tell me how they feel, I guess they're
live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight
Also we can have a good time, yeah
I'm in here busy looking for the next top model
Who's wearing
"Motherly Love”
Lima Ft. Niza X
Prelude (By Hanifah George)
She’s the behind the scenes worker, underpaid in thank yous,
Winning in spaces she’s
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin them burners up
You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I
this life not sorry like receese
When I was broke God picked up the pieces
Real life steppa my shoes never creasin
God so good that's the reason why I'm
I've been in this thing for years Showed love to my peers
Now I think it's time we kick it high gear, I show you respect, I never give fear
And if
a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
Give it up and go
2 the place in everyone's future
The good life - one day we'll know (Good life)
Everyday after school, you know where 2 find this
sharp and quick
It took me by surprise
And you helped me then
It was a matter of time
But this time it's different
It's been a growing thing
It wasn't
your cup
Shit is hella fucked up
I'm sorry to say this the only thing that I love
After it's all said and done they will probably
Take me to court for
up until the present
Rehearsin' flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Gettin' respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it
When
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