Lyrics:
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the spade shows up, I call it by its first name
We were, we were never gonna catch fire
We'd've burned up in the flames
Long before they ever rose up higher
aren't high to make
If I could get to sleep, I would have slept by now (ah)
Your lies will never keep, I think you need to blow them out
(B-b-blow them
and reproducing boy
They'll never get rid of us made for it
Some may call it luck I call it destined
Made it out the fire I been tested
If you wasn't there when I
can't wait
To sleep 'cause in my dreams
Is where we'd live each day
If I had my way
Everything'd be okay
But I know now that by and by
We'd go astray, so
to call me fake
I heard the sleep up on the boy I guess it's time they wake
Cause once I get that money up they'll wanna be my friend
You'll never see me
and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm
I did it because I need it
Eat, sleep it, or bleed it, write it down and then read it
Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk delete it
I blast off
and escape from the ghetto and don't never come back.
Yeah motherfucker, you can run but you sure can't hide!
Deep down in the jungle with a crack
Put out the fire
And let your sons and your daughters sleep sound in their beds
You know a gun never killed nobody
You can ask anyone
People get shot
We're all slaves to time
No color's right
Throw our hate into the fire
Martin Luther
Brought the truth
The color of our blood's the same
you never seen me, I been put fear in your hearts
And I'm smooth like a Mulo it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam
Before you knew you were seen
ribs crack on impact
The top team charted they want me starvin
Never will I side with Lockheed Martin
Don't text my phone trying
To cop plea bargains
If Hearts Were Like Diamonds
2007 Grant Maloy Smith
It's OK / it's all right
I want everyone to sleep tonight
I've been listening /
never show your beauty but your heart stays clean
See, Martin deaded 'cause he said it and still this
The chance of going back has now developed to real
Fuck Jada Pickett Smith and her bald ass fucking head
I have zero sympathy
I hope it never grows back
Fuck Jada smith that hoe look like Caillou
should look for something new
Should experience some cold to see his fire
Should go to the mountaintop alone
Then he knows where the panther is
In her
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Aww yeah, give it to me
At night I can't sleep
I'm tossin'
A SS on my large tee
So what’s the talking about
I live it how you never could
I’m gone keep it blunt
Aston Martin’s and Corvette’s parked
In the front
you want eve much have a chest no mo'
y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) We'z neva die
(chorus)
Dem boys
that's a fire!)
So never in life think that you're too great
Cause it's very thin line between love and hate
You see, he wasn't just burned, the boy
good Issa competition
Tyrna be vocal tyne be thoughtful
I never gon have enough education
And the sun goes by
I danced while watching the world that you
created in laboratories not born
Flip side of the story
Never born, never die to feel hells fire
Nexus 6 replicants don't die they expire
Im sick and tired
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