Lyrics:
Three neighborhood kids took me to a rock and roll concert.
The kind of music?
Old school funk.
It was the first time I'd been off the truck,
The music
clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I'm in my bag, Tortitos
When I pull up it's the Migos
Please tell your girl keep her knees
Crush your brain like a melon
I'm a killer can't you tell it Shoot you down if you telling
cops around me like a felon
I'm the reaper souls i'm Selling
bill clipped off wings of whippoorwill
Oh it's all in his name
Blessed one can you tell me what I'm saying
Tell me it's not in my brain
Show me show me
are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Tell me when to go
and the blackberry bush
I was picking berries when that crow flew above me
Carrying my lover so far away
Now each spring I lay a blackberry blossom
By
Hoo
Make the difference it's all adding up itself (Chu)
I'm the difference Atlien show and tell (Yeah)
Make the difference next chapter in my tale
decimated
You look like a Styles P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
'Cause we was popping in New York and every hood
the studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder
Tell me "so it goes"
We depress to impress, I guess
In layer after layer to get off our chests
It's
Dobermans
Confident in my scheme
So I can show the blitz
Look
I wake the rooster up
Tell him to crow
Dressed in all black
Call me Mr. Crow
We are all actors
embarrassment, yea
Eternally I bandaged up wounds that never healed
Gave a bitch satisfaction for feeling what I feel
Gave love so many chances to show me if it's
bandana, auburn hair
Crickets in the trees, jasmine in the air
You're sipping on Coke and Old Crow Whiskey
So Oklahoma, southern as sun tea
Cutoff jeans
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
Fear never getting in, I’m impenetrable
Thought it could stop me, I killed it, I guess it’s never gon know
Fuck what them niggas tell me
I don’t wanna
with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it
come from the ghetto, learned it from a TV show
The soup looks different, but just the same old medicine
Broke out of temple of Shaolin, one punched
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
couldn't see the plot twist
Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman
I'm turned up on medicine
I'm still streamin', pussy nigga, show me
Woah lonely girl, would you like a sweet to eat?
I've got some that I'd like you to hold
And my brother will tell you that it's good for your cold
a stunning good show
So-o, if you come with me try to clean the inside out
This filthy old world is such a beautiful girl
Must have sweet, sure is good for
the good times, Mama, they've gone out of style
And I don't remember how it feels to dance, goodbye to good times
By way the crow flies, it could take
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