Lyrics:
his glass eye
And in the end what does it matter?
You're turned to dust, the wheels go rusty
Four Finger Johnny was his name
Collecting cue balls
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
beverage
Raise a glass and drink with me
Bron's Mix in the top of my closet
Saving them for a rainy day
They prolly taste like shit
I'll be honest
All
night to the most high a nigga pray
that me and my shorty make it to another day
If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way
But hey I
I’m a west side nigga my pockets pink fifties
When I come from out east my clip empty
I’m a Gary Indy nigga I’m from up north
I’m out south with your
"Gary Numan's Porsche Lyrics
In a half-faced mask made of tinted glass
Walking streets of creased wet concrete
where her curse [attacks] sometime
by
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
of the way
Gary was
Was the top cat in his day
Everybody said that he'd get his someday
And I swear to this day that I still see his face
When I have
we need to remind people that they work for the employer, not the other way around
All these pretty buildings right, well guess what, they're all empty
Well you can joke all you want, but you still have to admit
You haven't smiled the same way ever since the day that you left
It's Summer 2018
Had to stay
had no patients
Smoking on that Zaza I be smoking Gary Payton
We only take the gloves off to end the conversation
Playing all dem games I ain’t in
It's by the sea and at nights end
That's when the sin and swill begin
That's when he had that certain light inside his head
For every whisper he would
you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
ways we assemble
All books by their covers
Judgement laid on one another until their bindings crumble
No matter how how you look at it, us underdogs are
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
An empty glass
A last cigarette
It's closing time
I'm drunk again
Somehow I'll make it home
And cry myself to sleep
That's the way my day ends
Every
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
hold any applause to the end"
That last request is accompanied by a
Stern look at the gathered audience
I don't think anyone would
Dare defy that look
I
you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always
there a way to prevent her end
Are these just claims to justify her
Innocence
The day that she died you held her
Life in your hands
The glass shattered
little crook
Stop
That little mother fucker
That's Gary's kid
Then my dad would beat my ass so I'd listen but barely did
Dissing on every rich kid
just to make sure that they can get it
Two hundred dollars every 5 days
For little white pills that get you stuck in their ways
Of not eating anything
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