Lyrics:
I saw her by the bay in her daisy dukes
Fishing pole ready to catch flukes
Had her headphones on mouthing the words
To a tune that she probably often
are the casualties
Experienced by those who lived greater
I had to tell em my path actually different
Narrow as arrows aimed at bone marrows
They
me chilled with the homies or by myself enjoyin' a glass
Livin' lively as long as all this lasts
Shades all black I get on that and hit 'em with 'em
of children
Are revealed as the sand blows away
And a story of suffering not widely known
Is revealed it can never be erased
Perpetrated by those in the state
Yea I bite my tongue for no one man you ain't heard bout me
You should've knew it was him by the way that I talk and the men I keep
Makin a name
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin' toast,
Lords knows even goons get
the bitch
Years passed by
Now you stuck with that bitch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you
Fed up with the bitch
But you knew that was a ho when
You hooked up
for a fluke,
Waiting for a sign by now boggle eyed,
If I believe I will receive
Leaning on the ever lasting tree,
Hanging in the hands of fate down
a couple G's down by the lake
Hell yeah I got 'em but they'll be straight
[Verse 2 - Pimp]
We be 6 deep creepin'
In a Deville sittin' up on D's with
A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke:
Down by the chimney and out through the fluke.
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback made
fucking fluke and fickle be
Fuckboys they tactics of attacking just tickle me
Tryna put the pair in a parallelogram
Oh no, when the kid in the cut he never
abuse
Stood by your side you left me with clues
The hardest to find I'm paying my dues
Focused on hunnids rapping these blues
You do what you do I do
Speak it into existence
Go and make it happen
Driven by ambition
Fueled by a passion
Balanced by purpose
Only make classics
Purchasing vintage
a moulder'd church and higher
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill
And high in heaven behind it a gray down
With Danish barrows and a hazelwood,
By
of the booth
My mental health steady dipping people think it's a fluke
I'm not okay
But I keep a smile on my face
Being a quitters not an option I think that's
Shanking a twisted motherfucker just to show em I mean business
Cross the name off of the hit list getting red up from the litmus
Know by now that
screaming f nonstop like turrets
only hot nights with the Nina by the bed
No matter Pencil or gun, I'm killing them with lead
I'm god like when I hog mics
Pretty bitch by my muhfuckin' side
Riding with me through the muhfuckin' night
Stand with me if it's do or it's die
Okay alright yeah
Pretty bitch
Power to the people
You know who the boss is
Power to the people
Favored by God
We lead the dance and we call for change
We make demands, we rule
He's a regular guy
(I can't lie, girl)
I can't deny
(I can't deny neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin'
balls a lot-mint
Face framed by fringe by fridgits
Snook chewinggums in a mouth disco
Post haste be late and then if so
If so, this so
Two-nil
Well, it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay
From pushthrough across to Bois Island.
They Broach and they spout and they lift their flukes out
band sounds of Tommy Dorsal what sole
Tommy was rockin' the place with
A very popular tuna salmon Chanted Evening
And the stage was surrounded
By
but tangled bound was she
They came and shouted, hit her hard, bound her fluke so brutally
Her face I saw as she was dragged, away and by her tail
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