Lyrics:
sleep's a toxic combination
But I just bought a better watch
Looks like times are changin'
apostles are these
First, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother
James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother
Philip and Bartholomew, Thomas
crew
through their daily exercises:
Put your hands on your head, Simple Simon Says
Put them down by your side, Simple Simon Says
V V: How do you
Way I see it
Life of the party is mandatory
Entertain the crowd, yeah
Entertain your horror stories
I C
A R
U S
I'm in the flesh
Gotta stem my
It's getting crazy
Trauma on my mind, on my mind
It's getting hazy
Memories on memories in me
They keep on playing and playing and playing
And Simon
on the block
Early in the mornin', i see money callin', my enemies fallin', finna chick by my side some real homies are all down to ride
They say no pain no
I just popped the B man,
I got that OJ and that weed, time to take flight
Richy might be on that lean mixed with that sprite
They got me rollin,
the greatest
[Chorus:]
They all are so far behind
You can't duplicate one of a kind
Follow our lead into the spiral (Ahead of our time) [x3]
[Blaze Ya Dead
they feel
Night time on the City of New Orleans changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by mornin'
Through
of the rails is all they feel
[Chorus]
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
shit all the time
I was sixteen wit the bullet representin' the 6-1-9
But this fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me to make it
And so they
to take mines
Click clack, throw my body by the wayside, yeah
I try to pray but somethin' ain't right
Cuz they claimin' they and God is on the same side
get it for ya
And even though they steady changin'
This is still a hustle
Still got them same rules
Man I be the same game
We'd even found some
The judge broke us up when I went back to court
Sentenced the time and it tore us apart
Beautiful creature, I know what you are
Prayed no one else get
on the hook, the beat by Jamous
We out here lookin' like we a’rdy famous
Why is you talkin' when you is the lamest
I just been workin' man, I just been changin
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
down for the cause givin' it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
Now they’re asking for more
Now all these bitches start hitting my phone
They hitting my line
They’re wasting my time
They try to leach on me cause they
around silent
Looking around me i know that the serpents are hiding
Its hard to notice the tongues hissing at you whenever they're smiling
I pray to God
Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
But why is everybody so terrified of me
And ask yourself this question
Why are these men in suits so desperate
beneath his feet are uneven
He slips in his own blood
And falls to the ground
The heavy cross lands on his back
You there! Help him!
Simon, an African from
the day is done
Night-time on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
next level steez
Smoke out, conversation time
Album, mixtape, both combined
Fuck it, I'ma get what's mine
But I still feel like they sleepin'
So I
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