Lyrics:
lickin'
And made to bring your face to a smile
We tried hard not to plan out too much exactly what this would be
Stagnation equals death. Structured change
hypnotized by the city lights, lights
Got my head in the stars, and my keys in the car
Let it roll
I was all in my feels, now i'm all in my heels
Let 'em
getting by
It makes me want to cry
When I look in the mirror
And I look real close
Should I start wearing make-up?
Or change my clothes?
Remove my body
beef’
What the fuck we bout to do with all these mothafuckin guns
Ammunition by the ton
Pointed right at Gods son
Even modern day Jesus prolly packing him
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
but I want change
Looking up above I see a castle in the sky
Hurts to think about you sleeping with another guy
Another wave of pain and now it's
these lies for gain
They hoping for your dollars
While they promise all the change
But none of that is fruitful
Keep u boxed in like a cubicle
They
string in
This Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin (Ah-de-la, ah-de-la)
Delinquent, choking microphones with broken English
Make
and the story he tells you is true!
Part 2: A song of tender memories deep in his listening heart one day was ringing; and then, with a trembling hand, he wrote
Draining all the workers of their sacred peace of mind
In a fast-paced world the cruelty seems right
But the biggest rebellion is just by being kind
walked in
Icey on my block, its some Talibans
Put you in a coffin, never breathe again
Show you like I tell you
Ask me if I change I tell you "Hell
could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er
of modern time
Rule with love and move like mastermind
Maybe me and you can catch a vibe
Link like chains and build an enterprise
Tell me what's the sense in
the pleb down
There's no path tried and true
My coffee with you in those
Six square meters by that
Grim shared kitchen in those
English winters we were
Not a company alive that could change the socialist arrangement of my brain and motivations here to fight for reparations till the day im in my grave
down like a settlement
Because my Pippylong, like Mrs. Messersmidt
And they call me a modern day Edison
Even though I don't know where my head is in
I
don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.
Cow herding, my Leo, I did not never practice,
But playing and drinking with new young women by
Well it's too much time in the sun
Have you ever wanted to try
When everything's going right by
Don't need another perfect stranger
Driving
bandana
Got this french bitch no montana
She want me to meet her family
We we we we going live dont change the channel
Got her wet like english channel
She
creeping in this steeple with medieval rhythms
Ringing in my mind each night I'm reaping with an evil vision
On a wicked mission and I'm leaving victims
Christmas bells are ringing
Christmas bells are ringing
Christmas bells are ringing
How time flies
When compassion dies
No stocking, no candy canes
(Well I Had good times and I had bad times)
(Tryna be happy but depression like a landmine)
(Them calls from heaven just keeping ringing on my
you're living, whether you fit out or fit in
Phone is ringing every minute, pocket yeah it's always in it
Vibrating on the thigh, that's the modern day
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