Lyrics:
and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make
INTRO: Badda badda ay yo rest in peace George Floyd and all of my brothers and sisters that's been taken by this racist system, This is the last
Got my neck on coolio
Got a hustle by nature, couldn't get up in the studio
I'ma stack this paper, stack my paper
Big dooly truck
Got a hustle by
the kids killed by ARs in Parkland
Ask George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Manuel Ellis
Ain’t nobody’s life matter to powers to that be
King stay king, are you
just make it home
Get 'em up
Then get down
Reach for the sky
Then go ahead and kiss the ground
Get 'em up
Then get down
Reach for the sky
Then go
the cup, order it up
Who am I drinking tonight?
You might not have guessed
Judging by my heels and lacy dress
I'm a wide-neck Gretchen, Loretta Lynn
a fuck if I’m in prison
I’m not one to make excuses
Though this shit ain't set up for me
Call us criminals when we die
They get famous for they stories
can't even pass class, boy genius
Now I'm babysitting Benson cause he's too drunk
My stomach can't take the amount it takes to make me forget what I am
My
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
a boy, it's always a setup
If I see an opp, I bet I'ma wet 'em
New speed, I bet I change up the level
Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather
Protests and growin' national outcry continues over the death of George Floyd
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Last night,
she tryna jerk me
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up
Let me tell you
We can kiss all night
Fill you up
Love you right baby
We can kiss all night
Fill you up
Love you right baby
I can feel that you
You see us out on the road
They say we out of control
But how the fuck could they know?
They drove us off of the road
Somebody make it make sense
yourself I won't get jealous
Tonight is what I make it
We end up drunk and naked
Let's have this conversation
Girl I know what you done heard
But all that's
been too long since the inception of us
No need to make it tougher than it has to be, no this pain ain't for you
It's for me, and that's something we
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
(I can't take this no more, I can't
George, you copy
Yeah what you got
I think I see something man, I don't know what it is
Alright hang on, making my way over
Hurry
Copy that
George Zimmerman, and fuck the white house
Obama's the middleman He never
Brought change all
He did was bring pain, Hilary up next
This shit is just a game
drive
Up on Jackson's' Peak
Kiss me on the beach by a big bon fire
Make the sparks fly through the air
If you really want this thing to go somewhere
If
the grind )
So I can put all this behind ( behind)
It ain't much but I'll make sure it will go by
(go by)
With everything I have in mind (in mind)
Just more
about this I always send my prays up for george (George)
I want these words to be stuck in your heads so you understand that I
I got confessions I just
I'm gonna go to the jungle and build me a home
We could live right (in the jungle baby)
Stay up all night (all night)
Kiss by moonlight (and you
I'm gonna go to the jungle and build me a home
We could live right (in the jungle baby)
Stay up all night (all night)
Kiss by moonlight (and you
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