Lyrics:
is passing by
I will follow
Wherever you are
And I'll fall in
I was 18 you daydreamed I'd be a star
Making flights out to Hollywood, she my boulevard
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well and alive
Truth has been tossed to the side
Like I am three-fifths of that guy
Don't even Bill him
nights at 11 p.m. Eastern and 10 p.m. Central[01:00.68]Look, here comes Jim now[01:03.26]3.45 in the morning, no sleep[01:05.60]Kick in your door around
Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry
And I promise that my way is
Like a 3rd world country (fuck it)
We doomed for the cage (yeah)
I never let go
You's a thinker ho
What you thinkin bro? Need to
Get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got
Your girl trained up
I'm still trappin in hell
My
however had
resisted these solicitations and was now warned of
some impending danger. He managed to make his way to
the sacred ground by cloaking his
Tellin' you how many crossed my path just wouldn't be me
But they know, 'cause they way low
About some ex and fry and jayo and fuck a halo
Alotta Jim
Benz]
way know di wrong from di right and dem a wear a it
but dem still na no coward are no fear a it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Elephant man]
Well some say
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
Waiting for kevo to make his way home
Racks on the way
Jay r hit the plug the plug so the packs on the way
Brake that bitch oh thats Mac by the way
50k in 3
The flow manifested by my god complex
They say do mo' you should always talk less
I aint do well in school but im passin lifes test
Conversations
parents share often. When I was two or three years old, I was with my family at a swimming pool. The pool had a diving board and unbeknownst to them, I got
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep
Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky
[Chorus]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time I turn around
There's no
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Rachel
dududu du du dududu
dududu du du dududu
Her name is Rachel…
Jim's an idiot by the way
the fit you end up in pipers
Pied like him or Jim Carrey way you be lying
You fine
Carrier pigeons so prestigious
A number nine large
That's your damn
is what decide it ... It's all the way to the rim ... Dis them... Salute the pilot...
It's taking up over heads... It's ultimately ways to lock it....
On my way to serenity
My flawed methods got me this far so I'll let it be
On my body lacerations barley made it out you see
Made it through the other side
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
inches and stepped off the half ounce I was standing on
My regular customer and I were out by the gas pump smoking a joint at three in the morning
From
You're past it
All compromises
And then when it's allegorical
Art isn't easy
Art isn't easy
Art isn't easy
Any way you look at it
broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off
a three-dimensional game of Snake
There are multiple players and multiple overlapping games
Each representing something different
The first, conversation
Movement is
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