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Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, he's gonna sit by
My heart has been my teacher and I've learned quite a lot
Listened while I could and tried not t get caught in the
Bum badum badum badum badum
the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bum rush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
You're the one nigga
Who's a dumb nigga
And a bum nigga
You're a slum nigga
Better run nigga
When I come nigga
With a gun nigga
You're
I'm disgusted
Straight here, violated by a later bitch
You Buster (woo-ha)
Confusing emotions
With the fact I'm good at touching
Now you digging
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
by my girl's family
I gotta dream and it might seem thin
But I couldn't breathe without it, it's my Siamese twin
I sleep no more, dream with eyes
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
the fire and the rain
I'll always be right there by your side
You ain gotta worry when u fall I'll pick you up from the ground
Baby watch us take it
To Scottie Pippen rapu Bitman Baku Hitman Ja na szlaku cisnę pociskiem
Żaden z Was nie ma mocy nie ma sił by
Mógł stanąć mi na drodze mnie zatrzymać
Bo zbyt
your crown like Jacky on a hill
The band's still playing but they're muffled by the heartbeat in your ears
You better get your shit together in
you did
Tryna forget everything that we done did as kids
I ain’t dumb I ain’t stupid I ain’t going for Shìt
I refused to get played by a bum ass
Like a bum on the street
I am begging you for change
Cuz the world has gone insane
We only think about ourselves when we steady switching lanes
Burrberyy jacket got a Glock i gotta tuck it
Drive by see that nigga i gotta pop him
Sippin double cup, nigga we aint drinking lean
Fuck that
hard to speak?
Getting harder to swallow and breathe
By the minute, see
Puke my guts out
Hack and couch my lungs out
Stash is running low
So i better
trying to make it out the mud
Are you still excited by those bum's
Now you growned, and all hasty to be mom
I missed prom
I losed bond's
Lost more than
by, just like the cars that are on the road
And it's fine when a grinner makes a fortune
But can't tithe, just like the bum with the broken heart
as she heard them Sirins hold up
My people need a breather
You see us rolling reefer
Wit a bad one Trina kick it no fifa
Ms Bonita Apple bottom Bum
You
conversation
seemed to drone
oh what a pity
about that boy from OK City
who left his mama waiting
by the phone, by the phone
Towers and tycoons
taxi cabs
spit who box this
Turn explorer Dora to horrorcore bum rapper
Tour to tour from door to door morning after
Pills for girlies that squeal slipped on that
Think she want something from me
Three days same clothes, yeah the fit look bum
But I got two phones cause they keep copping from me
Soleil a real estate
The apples steady falling from the tree,
Ok ok.
Litty galore, trippy alure. Give me some more,
Hippy noir, trilly accords.
Live by the sword
die by
sirens
It's wild
Hit the booth and cry out
Make a song that's timeless
Bum's out on the corner
They're there to remind us
When I open eyes I decided that I
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