Lyrics:
All these rappers they rich off some bullshit
I'm Predatory off the pulpit All my niggas wolves shit
Wolverines you seen I got the iodine deens
A party ain't a party 'Til you got one
A Friday ain't a Friday 'Til you pop one
So if you got a cooler full of the usual
And you could use a little
Something about our situation
Is causing me too much frustration
Time to end our separation
It's the time for you and me
Won't be stopped by our
Riding in the civic, windows tinted
Riding with no license, nigga fuck a ticket
14, fuck you mean
Get this cash by any means, heard Jason sell that
(McKinley)
There's an astronaut missing his children tonight
Sitting in his silver machinery.
He's in love with the world and stunned by her size.
Drifted down to Tennessee
Lost my heart to a girl of silver
She was trying to be free
There was nothing to forgive her
By the time the fever broke
I-65, Illinois moon.
A voice in my ear saying,
"you're the fool".
No-it's all in your mind...
Well, I'm not moving forward tonight...
I'm falling
maneuvered through the cold
Dude who grew up to
The bro looking superhuman
Selling hoodies or tees, like David
Got me so good at math
You'd think I was Asian
peace can never be too much
Little by little let´s build each other up, day by day let´s fill each other cup
Jah Jah gi you life and you know that it´s
that person who's got not clue either
Laid out is a buffet
With everything that one could ask for
It can even be fed to you
Just lean back and lick that
Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Rains was
Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Rains was
Never asks before she takes
Baby's got the silver-spoon stuck
Ripple in the water
Tell me nothing daughter
Here come the queen of the night
Helps
entro con el latin lingo
Collecting masa across the map like Desperado steelo
Now you can bust and I can bust but
Who got that gold in they clutch?
Seven, star and a crescent
God cipher divine, captivating the essence
Variant by dimension
Collecting jewels with a silver spoon
A dozen ways to correlate
a breeze through the tunnel of trees
Beneath the silver of the Harpeth moon
We were carried by the Spirit's power
In the glory of the golden hour
Lying
of the dollar dropping
All this gold and silver I invest on
Always knew niggas would hate
But I cannot dwell on
Shit that they do n they think
Last thing ima do
Set ‘em up and leave ‘em
Some one else can disconnect the dots
Domesticity
Don't do a thing for me
You can park my guitar by the door
Find a line
And I just have to tell the truth
Was never passed no Silver-spoon
I hit that route up after school
Split that trap on Sunday too
They rendezvous for
pussies all talk, keeping the snow in the pot
Silver surfer with the a glock, needing the money non-stop
I feel like drake at top, got a whole safe made
so warm on these scales
Hook, line, and sink into my tracts
Got me sleeping on my back
Body headed into lapse
IV keeping me intact
I be extricated by
What's worse?
Face first
First off, whats your motive
Whats the thing that keep you focused
A lot of these people ain't got no magic
Hocus pocus
dun dun
I miss the way you looked at him
The porch lights they were just too dim
I just got up and joined a gym
Without you I have lost a limb
They got new seats at The Heights Theatre
Other than that though, you know, not that much has changed
They still play old movies for the matinee
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