Lyrics:
(Gang)
In the sky, taking flight
Living life mellow but I'm fucking hype
Nose full of white
Blunt full of purple, we smoking on that Urkel
Swimming in
made products are brought here
To get endorsed by somebody famous
So we think it looks cool
While slaves are stitching
Footballs in Pakistan i break it
foremost desire
To get a picket fence and
Trash the chicken wire?"
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one ho goes from one's garden
Little Bo weeped
Cleared
There's a heart shaped moon in the
Sky and the stars are amazin'
Oh, shit- something 'bout your
Scars got me gazin'
Let's hop up in the car like
It's just like a burning torch in the storm
Like a little flower blooming in the home
Hoist the sail and stand by everything that you believe
But
Come gather round children and listen now to me
I’ll tell you a story though some will not believe
Lay still, lay quiet in your linens of white
against those heavy skies
Barbwire in a black and white shot
Like an image of perpetual pain
That ties me down knot by knot
Hard against my naked skin
Hurray boys, Hurray, for the Sirius boys Hurray
Her figurehead a small white dog that held a shining star
The brightest star in all the skies, the Day
I stand and handle one more?
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heavens door?
Now I loaded up the clip and I pulled it through
And seen the little black
Within her hands are gifts for the damned
You take them all
Consume the pills, the acid, the booze
Weakness can't refuse
White speed, brown smack,
[Sonny Cheeba]
If you Gorilla Pimp drag it on the floor
Grab her by the hair and drag her on the floor
Tilt that cock and drag it on the floor
Take them
[Sonny Cheeba]
If you Gorilla Pimp drag it on the floor
Grab her by the hair and drag her on the floor
Tilt that cock and drag it on the floor
Take them
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
latitude is only 6
Degrees from bad mood i'm not a bad dude
Just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem
A little too taboo
They only hate me
thought I had passed
But I was flunking senior year
It disappear
Reappear
By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky
I'm never seeing clear
I see a black smoke in the sky
I see another black man died
Last week they killed a little child
Jesus, tell me why?
Tell me why they cannot breath?
Yes sometimes the sky might fall upon you
Life’s sometimes a wall you can’t go through
Your whole world can turn upside down
Seconds make
protected
By the sky and the trees
Anyway we are doomed
And there is no way to pay the bill
In times of trouble
We really know each other
We are forced to be
her table at Bounce
My girl got a name there's no way to pronounce
Uh
Get 'em up
Get your hands up high
With a little bit of sauce
And your bands up
I
for the 3-0-uno, you know
City behind me but I wanna take over the mundo
Cus the sky ain't the limit I'm shooting for pluto yeah
Crew next just like my
To the oceanside
Check in to a Shilo Inn there
A half-mile from the shoreline
But there's a paper bag caught
In the Oregon grape
By the hotel wall, and you're
Come out now, show some face
I'll be at our meeting Place
The table's set for the night
You're dressed in black
I'm dressed in white
Familiar scene
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