Lyrics:
hand
Don't hate on another man
Could never cross my brother if she want us that's what I'm saying
Living like a trench god in the boot whenever I land
me to lie I bet
Bury me alive
Human land mine
Til' I rise til' I rise again
Bury me alive
Human land mine
Til' I rise til' I rise
I got problems
stand
Don't know if I'm gonna land (if I'm gonna land)
Bells ring ring, tell 'em I got strow
Gas or cocaine, fuck it get both
Plug hit my line, tell him
take you to the promised land
We can be the band that stays together
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Did you say never ever?
Chorus:
Together we´re
land
You come to me in the morning
Before I open my eyes
We talk about all creation
Awake, alive
Something told me "there's a life outside the lines that
my hand
It’s the end of the line
welcome to no-mans land
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Nothing suffocates like oxygen
Cut my windpipe and let me
if he's done no wrong
The only thing he did was lay his heart out on the line.
{It's up to me, it's up to me)
{It's up to me, it's up to me)
{It's up
together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
In a land not very far away from here
George W.
through this shit
I mean this is California, Land of the Free
But every city in America it's plain to see (listen)
Dawg, my people ain't getting they due
Backstage we'll write another line on the page
Write another line on the page
The birds are waking and the day is lazy
We're The King and Queen of Nowhere
around
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
Dividing lines
I thought it was
The promised land
Now get me out of Dixieland
Look at the stars
Look
surgeon doctor driving in his
AUDI in the
holy land
a soldier stops him
for his papers
"open up the trunk"
he demands
he built a bunker
with his
to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in
Jerome, McNichols, my defence attorney on retainer
Why they searchin' far and wide, lookin' for the perpetrators?
He was just workin' my line, now today,
Put that dick up on her, she gon' call me right back (gon' call me right back)
Ayy, 50 on my line, can I call you right back, bae? (Can I call you
land
He kisses Mrs. Norma on the cheek
And that's his little son Sam
But meanwhile we know at the back of his neck
That Johnny would rather be dead
But
Into the valley
Betrothed and divine
Realizations no virtue
But who can define
Why soldiers go marching
Those masses a line
This disease is
sometimes
Out of bounds in the land of the sunshine
Even Biggie said he was coming back (coming back)
And if he did, we would accept him because a nigga is
Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will
Brother will kill brother spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion something I don't understand
And fools like me, who cross the sea
on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie
Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than
of the castle walls
Wherever those walls were
In this land or in that land
Well the castles all seem to belong to her
And all this talk about love and hate
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a
The bully of the block becomes the hour
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