Lyrics:
would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone
Bitch it’s up there like a alfro
I be in the trap wit the black folks
Big Glock in my pants make me sag low
Imma bomb gotta tic no tac toe
Bitch
down
But my folks they raised a lion
I ain't lying
When I say this shit right here is perfect timing
Talking on the beat like that
This shit therapy, my
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got more stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin'
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got more stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin'
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
done that Galacto Inspector?
Yes I have Captain
Very well, may we have your report?
A strange place this Dirtball is
A lot of guns
A lot of rich folks
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
Good folk music is hard to find
Just to hear it once, I'll give you my last dime
Lately I've been thinkin' about jumpin'
Lately I've been thinking
to
You'll die before the old folks do
Crumble runtz inside my blunt while addicts come and smoke on you
I tried to be a good guy and not display my hood side
I Dont Wanna See That
Malice Ripping Folk,
Crippling Votes, Originating From Sufficient Polls,
I Dont Wanna See That
Billing
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
Well, a good ways down the railroad track
There was this little old rundown shack
And in it lived a man I'd never seen
Folks said he was a mean
that we always together
Forever, together
Together, forever
What's love? Can you imagine being told, by the old
This ain't right, fuss and fight
that we always together
Forever, together
Together, forever
What's love? Can you imagine being told, by the old
This ain't right, fuss and fight
There's a name for it in Japanese, it's kintsugi
They sang folk songs from the '40s
Even the fourteen-year old knew, "Froggie Came A-Courtin'"
How do my
stood the king of the woods a giant old hickory
It was ten men wide standing side by side it branches gnarly and strong
It stood so high it tickled
comfortable
Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk
Were just some normal folks
Couple regular old Joes
Time sped up, line let up
Do you wanna go is
In an elevator
She says how're you
Living for the weekend
As we do
Not me she says
Seizing every day
Folks like you spend your life
Looking that way
just like the old ship of Zion they say
All the old folks would sing, that it'd carry them away
To a place where there wasn't no work to be done
I'm
in the street like some folks do.
It's a poor man but life is bitter sweet
Doesn't wanna lose that good thing that he's got
But the same old
naught but a prayer
Never utter a negative word
Folks who're used to getting by
On prayers and love of kin
Barely enough for theirselves
Never hesitate
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