Lyrics:
y'all are hella cray
Look up, the snake and bat are travelin' that-away, have a good day
I can see it in the way you running around
Running your mouth,
to calm the beast within
I think I need to pray maybe that' do some good
Do God got some time for niggas in the hood?
Cain't win for losin' who the hell do
endure
The pain that’s inflicted
So many times
From so many places
With nowhere to hide
The only good that comes
From each passing day
Is one less to live
until I caught up
VERSE1
下笔如有神我随便写两句都是押韵
As if by the will of God, every sentences I write are rhymed
整个圈子被我吃干抹尽情
I’m the boss in this circle
不要比了嘛都太差劲
a good thing
Dress to impress can be oh so tempting
You can get noticed with your body
Sexual hypnosis by being hottie
You might feel like public
It's real or more a day
Plenty of ways to die
Plenty of ways to survive
Plenty of ways gettin' high
Straight sip the innocent kind
And the rest
Or smart enough
Or brave enough
Rich enough
Pretty enough
Strong enough
Good enough
Well you were to us
You wanted silence by itself
Just
a few hundred years or so
'Cause I'm not convinced that we should exist at all
Man, I didn't ask for this, so on a bad day I get bitter about it
I am
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
Down by the creek, where the water flows cold
Same ol' stuff and it never gets old
Chillin' by the fire while stories get told
And if we get bored
lookin' back anymore
EVERY DAY THAT IVE BEEN RUNNING I BEEN STUMBLIN' ONTO HIGHER GROUND
Im passin' you by now
and every step i take i see the same old
of QB
It's real or more a day
Plenty of ways to die
Plenty of ways to survive
Plenty of ways gettin' high
Straight sip the innocent kind
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
the haze and the smoke of that old saloon
I tried looking away but I just had to stay
They say that time keeps flying on by
But I keep thinking about
old days
You can waste your life away
La de da de da de da
Batten down the hatches Becky
Open up the earth and sky
Waiting on a natural disaster
It's real or more a day
Plenty of ways to die
Plenty of ways to survive
Plenty of ways gettin' high
Straight sip the innocent kind
And the rest
No trick of the light
But how you know it was true
Well, it's hard to explain
Y ou were held by the view
But the old chapter is
Over
And a new one
I'm trying hard, just to find my way
Hoping I can see, a brighter day
Over and over, to the Lord I pray
Hoping everything, will be ok
I'm smoking weed,
[Without mistakes there is no forgiving
Without forgiving there is no love]
So this is life
The normal way
Was there a sign
All through the day
I
start wars with the tongue
Like it's a lesbian alm
Talk with that Thespian charm
And you can let ya stereos amp this
It's the old english
Pamphlets
before I do as I fall I'm also caught
I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means
We
It's been so many years since I saw your face,
But now I'm home again back in my old place
And though you're not quite sure you think you see me by
on properly
My Alec Monopoly says seven the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school a block from the Apollo
My fuck tomorrow motto
the apes
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
If I tell you I'm good, then I'm straight
(Straight)
You can tell by the mug on my face (Oh oh)
Spin your block, double back
Spin
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