Lyrics:
of issues
Pop a cap in you and splatter the brain you misuse
Cooking up Blue Sky and bigger lies for Skyler
Hatching little schemes like a dying MacGyver
You
As I battle reality; I'm Thirty and outside
Man if I battle reality, I'm thirty-ing outside
Back out of nowhere like rain in the sky
Supply
erased by hate
It seems just a little too late to accept happiness
Forgiveness is denied and now darkness lies inside
Now I'm so quick when I rip
an opry star
He had tattoos and just one arm
He couldn't play his guitar
But he sang all day long
He prayed in a little white church
Described all his pain
White chalk and black attire now surrounding where he stood
He had a little money so he thought that times was good
Yet he still had to grip the steel
just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
that from you
time is running tight
can't change from wrong to right
So i'll close my eyes and dream a little
Just like how we used to be baby
It's time
on
People on the side walk all passin’ by with their faces down
Man in fedora hat wrinkles deep in his empty face
Wonder what kind of songs he’s playin’
into the sky, this fall wind's different than last year)
We will all be the same
But all the blooms we chose
(A white veil encloses my tired body)
Lose
a little white house on the edge of town
Memories of laughter and love, all around
Mama's in the kitchen, cookin' up some homemade, pie
Daddy's tellin'
my guy
Drink AK might wake up in the sky
Roll a window down, do a drive-by
In the caddy, running like do or die
Big backwoods, got me low-eyed
You
in the sweet by and by
At the second coming, I'll be right by His side
Ridin' on white horses, with power from on high
We'll rule and reign together,
a little white car pass by
And i don't care
Making clouds up in the sky till
We pass out yeah
Yeah i swear it on my life oh
And i never swear
Always got it
to me
White doves in the sky what a place to be
You can feel that bass in replace of me
But you could fill no space with a vase of me
My mind, my soul, my
referees
I was 'bout to say some shit
That you probably won't deep
(You wouldn't)
And I swear these rappers sound the same
You little sheep
He ain't an opp
Got a picture of your house,
And your standing by the door,
Its black and white and faded,
And its looking pretty worn.
See the factory that
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
the underground can bring an end to the king
He was looking stunted he stunted on him with treasure and bling
A man measured by the spread of his wing, put that
don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
don't let what you need pass by
Spread your wings to the sky
Let you soul fall in love
You can fly
Now see if you went through life with your eyes
truth she disagreed
And on the sand before him
While the waves broke gently white
The ocean listened carefully
As he told her of his life
I have
I was living rather quietly by my village in the trees
Don't bother anybody and they don't bother me
I'm always kind to passers-by, I never make
Flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake
He took a quarter
Asked him why he copped out
He said that's better than life
the asphault tumblin
Trips felt, niggaz paid the bank off are mumblin
When I'm comin in, couldn't see all my pain
Some are drained by the struggle, others have
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