Lyrics:
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys
You know I
was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.
747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.
747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
One morning fair I took he air
Down by blackwater side
Twas gazing all around me
The Irish lad I spied
All through the fore part of the night
We lay
Death on the battlefield, through flood and fire
I navigate my ship to worlds unknown
A black robed man now greets me 'neath southern skies
To him I make
the mornin in the cell you'll get harassed by the man
Call my girl, baby coming just as quick as she can
With the money for the 'case' we's gonna make it
You brought me back to life
Only to bruise me up again
Alright
So I'm staying in (Man)
With wounds on the mend
I'll find a way to write it off
walked by.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
It
tune into that old school soul, baby, close your eyes and kiss me. Baby, make me loose control. She was so hot couldn't keep keep my eyes on the road,
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
came to my bedside and stood at my bedhead
Saying, Arise arise you new married man and come along with me,
To the lowlands of Holland to face your
brand new round the mike stand
On stage I make it look easy
I'm the Rebel so run, come follow me
Hard not soft, underground boss
Turn up the bass
a world weary sailor
Feeling lost at his first steps on shore
Much the same as he left but older by many months more
The sea's widows smile, they cross
Highschool in the past
Feel like time moving by fast gotta get the bag
Gotta get my pockets right man gotta get the cash
Swear the competition light man make
your ears are
constantly receiving
noise anyway, all the time. U'll
never stay in silence, anyway. If U
want some noise, let's make real
one, and when U
Let me tell you 'bout a special guy
So smooth and sharp he'd cut an onion dry
Type of guy to shake the old man's hand
And swoon your mother as she
Many years ago before you were born, there lived a man I know that was a friend of mine
He was a man of wicked ways and evil thoughts that he
this shit and make it flip
Extended dick is by my hip
Dat way with the shit's
I'm too rich to throw these fists
Man these bullets hit
Bitch I'm numb off
Ah squeeze
The stillness hides inside of me
Tripping over one man's deeds
Looking for this load
And I really need to show you
Cause I wanna go
NO BETTER FEELING THST WILL MAKE A MAN COME ALIVE
THAN A HARLEY UNDERNEATH HIM AND ANOTHER RIGHT BY HIS SIDE
SOME PEOPLE CALL US CRAZY I JUST CALL US
Yo, why you got to talk so loud
Go Cheney yourself
She's a spook Scooter, leak it, c'mon boy, make me proud
Go Cheney yourself
If you will, and I do,
Just hope my man get through the night dog
Yeah, I'mma ride for, anything I muhfucking slide for
I'mma die for, I'm still out here getting faded
raps, you know I got to disburse
Evident niggas going to hate by per
Dollar I make, Benji I touch
I don't give a fuck,
I'm going to need a fleet
a beast still praying to the east
Not even a man is what I'm saying to you peeps
Bought by Amerikkkans Southern Maryland
Tobacco plantation more cash than
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