Lyrics:
the waters it was wet
Dampness cinching salty curls around the napes of our necks
Punctured by the compass needless riled with certainty
The rescue boats are
on Sunday, followed by potluck and sighs Judgemental looks abound, dissecting your apple pies Porch swings haven't moved, but the stories sure evolve Best
to come up
A steady battle through the days
Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid
The system ain't given T-mo a chance
22 on the loose
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
"sure why not? I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we went off to America,
The home of apple pie.
On the boat the Old Man told me,
I would be
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
tobacco and coffee and black musicians
I rode pillion with Pancho Villa on a Harley Davidson 74
Paid for by the CIA
By day, we dealt in drugs and guns
By
how wonderful life can be
How happy is another day
All you know is all you feel
Till it?s passed you by
How wonderful life can be
How come you
The Empire State of mind
Home of legends like Biggie
Witnessing all the flashy signs got me feeling sadity
Don't be confused by the hype
Cuz my state ain't
For some Burgers and Chips
Either you're rich or you're Rubbish
These days it's like I can't drop Flames without burning a Bridge
People used to ask me
toxins raise a glass into the sky
Every day's a holiday but nothing's holy when your black inside
Smoke the courage drink the spirit with your alter Jesus
green apple in its place
And Id prefer on any day a big green apple in its place
Dont ask for their permission
Theyll never say that youre allowed
Be
The masses want a recall
Of that End all be all
I could've bought the pack
But get the menthols free y'all
Supplied by the dozens of cousins
That
days and sunshine
It don't matter the weather
Long as we're together
Life don't get no better
Baby your my melody
Your the reason why I sing
You de make
of counting down the days
I'm counting up in case
Y'all think the hours in day. And time I allocate
To rap is a fucking waste
They say 10,000 hours will make
That old gravel road
Where me and Jessi used to go
Smooch the day away up on kissin' rock
Carved our names in an apple tree
Jessi stings like
There's 1000 ways to die
Haven't figured out what mine is
The days are just a jay
That flew the coup and left in silence
These amber waves of grain
school apples to apples Isaac Newton Flow
Done with Ivy League but been trying to avoid the cubicle
Too much like a cell can't be boxed in like the usual
remains.
Tomatoes, tomatoes. potatoes, potatoes
Eating high carb, healthy fats from avocados
Apples and oranges eat an apple a day
Nothing rhymes with
an apple a day
Keeps those hard phone calls away
Hey Momma hey, an apple a day
Keeps those hard phone calls away
The other two made it through
Couldn't say
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