Lyrics:
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
[[Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay. ]]
Echo echo one-nine
Hear the call through fault lines
Smoke signals, old rhymes
the staph
I always had the gift of gab ailens gave me the gift of math our souls ar tied cant get them back
Theres oil by the fuckin border conspiracy theory
sound bitten single-issue congressmen
Spoon-fed by ALEC lobbyists and fossil money
Ex-governors with Russia vision
Gay frog hollerers with snake oil
is the church
Ten virgins five were foolish
Who didn't have the oil in their lamps
At midnight the bridegroom called out
They didn't enter because
getting older
By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Cleveland game and two fishing poles and watch with me from the shore
Ghostly steel and iron ore ships coming home
[Repeat: x4]
Where I am paralyzed by
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
He said, "No." "Well then, can you change the oil in a '76 Pinto?"
He said, "No." "Well can you rebuild a holly four-barrelled
Carburetor on a '69
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
Yeah (x like 10)
How you burning sage but you the demon
How you leave without saying you leaving
Mixing signals man you so misleading
I Just wish you
hot does it have to be to catch fire?
The structure in the distance gave me hope
Buried 10,000 feet deep
Rise from my tomb
In darkness I creep
In
Niggas in my head
10:45
Drunk kisses in bed
Talking till 5
Niggas in my head
Living rent free
Makin' movies
Livin' fantasy
Fanfiction
X
on the floor
On the run and I'm staying low
Low low low low low low low low
Uh, not trynna mix signals
I ain't fucking with the cops like I whip the six-fo yeah
She a fine fine girl
If she's a ten out of ten then she's definitely a mamacitaaa
She a fine girl mamacita
Tell me why she wanna come cheat ya
She
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
'Cause the X is like the master
Oil in their soil, so the story's not complete
vultures destroy cultures that walk on bare feet
Oil in their soil, so the story remains untold
mňa, daj mi signál
A ja ťa zoberem do krajiny zázrakov so mnou
Lady, a čo teraz?
Skočila show, nepozeraj
Ak si lost, sa ma spýtaj
Poď so mnou, izba je
close our eyes
And the oil on the water matches the rainbow
In the sky [Repeat: x4]
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