Lyrics:
enemies die
We can murder by numbers, you do the math
Me plus a glock equals blasting your ass
Homicide and anybody snitch, they die
Subtract
To the first time I got beat
Let it be told
Crying by my crib
Cause I was probably too cold
My dad would smother my face
Tryin' to be bold
Comin' home late
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, yeah (Georgie, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie)
Oh
There used to be a little old boy
Riding my bus home from school yeah
Code Red!
We are bein over ran by hostile forces
Need assistance!
Is anybody receiving this message?
.........This transmission...over!...........
But them two then made it their fucking home
But me myself I gotta be gone
All I remember is fucked up times
Getting fucked up off of hellwater
anybody care
When a Greaser disappears?
We're never going back
Everything is lost
And we'll never get it back
Cause a line's been crossed
Little
[Intro]
(I won't tell your secrets)
(Your secrets are safe with me)
(Oh baby if there is anything that you fear)
(Anything, anything, anything)
I
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
as plural there's different egos I hold up
Some are like hippies piece and love any time
My other side takes no shit, and hustles to get by
And right now I'm
I don't wanna meet anybody
Mr. Bogart is my one true friend
cs my mind fades into Casablanca
cll this commotion
It's not so different from what I
and there I am
Home the love remains
Through all the years
Through all the change
The sweetest sound I'll ever know
Is hearing you say welcome home
Then
blowed away
Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good (yeah)
There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood
I don't want
the depression
Or it feels sentimental when you're sitting
By yourself
We're all alone, I am all alone, is anybody home?
I put your picture on the wall, I cannot
Capricorns born but a Virgo is fine
By the way blue what's your zodiac sign cuz ahh
Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala (add Rick James
home is now forsaken
There is nothing pure about the whiteness that embraces my bones
My desolated void that used to be my home, reduced to ashes
In a beautiful prison
And there's no way home
You're surrounded by strangers
Who number you as their own
They watch you stare out to sea
A mystery
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
of empires gone
The time we have slipping through my arms
As spaceships take off to mars
And James fell off the monkey bars
I built, by hand, a coronation
Made
home.
Kill the lights. Curtains cover closed blinds.
Build a wall of stone and steel that will never come down.
Let the dust colonize just like James
ALL JAMES HARDEN
FLOW RETARDED
THEY SCARED CAUSE I ONLY JUST STARTED
I SWEAR THERE’S TOO MANY RAPPERS AND NOT ENOUGH ARTISTS
FUCKEM
IF YOUR NOT
sat by her side and for a while I tried
To make that girl my wife
She gave me her best advice and she said
"Go home and lead a quiet life."
Well,
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass shot
They, they
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