Lyrics:
We All Make Mistakes
We R All In The Eternal Memory
Transpired by higher
I desire to rise into the sky
Third to the most high speak with utmost
is new?
Even if you weren't my best friend already
I'd still wanna know you, girl, you just that pretty
Caught my eye from the very first second
Third
feel minimal
Thus far I been searching for words
So long I'll be leaving this world
All this just to be in my third
All this just to be with
Mic check, one, two, on the way to third
Flow sick, put a straitjacket on my words
So sick, they think that something's in the herb
They think I'm
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East
my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro
(Damjonboi)
Shit, Jon-man
Shit, let's get it (shit)
Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'
Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be
motherfuckin friends
Man I don't need friends
Just needs bucks
And this big ol blunt
By my self in this benz
Life goes on
And hoes switch quick
Man the world
a troublesome guess
We are the third eye
Writing the words of the speech
Maybe this time it will teach
This hellhole that we live in
How to keep our lives in
Got the world in my pocket when I'm round you
See the bright side through any challenges
Third eye wide can never lie
Think we fell from the sky
By
heard the third bell, this time it's a gong
Holy sight, perfect pitch, now I'm cast in bronze
Took a hitch to the gate, by resonating a bridge from
the world my sanity when I dispose of those folk in canopies
I'm alive, the real medusa by my side
She abides to my third eye trying to thrive just
you see is an illusion
Females lost
Trapped in a world of confusion
Some cruising to gain fame from material
Others lose their names pursuing things
Masters of war
Build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
Yeah
Baby let me take you on a trip from Maine to Florida
Take ya round the world and back, all the while exploring ya
Only on opposite day will I be
black suit on and visit your bones
And bring a football top and a play that you wrote
And an English song by a band that you love
Here comes the sun,
detached from our planet
People running amok, fatties fighting in shops
Privileged lies unfurled, not even the third world
Clown kings fail to control,
Used to play ball with bare feet
Now we just takin' it easy
cll of my niggas Swahili
No we don't fuck with Polisi
Yeah, Third World Baby
Yeah, Third
eight we was made for the grind
Third eye open I can see all the lies
And I will never stop until the whole world's mine
I once saw a vision and now I'm
In this world
There will be people who want to bring you down
But do me a favour, son, and keep fighting
Don't listen to their writing
You better
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
show
But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
Whit just a hand full of men
We'll start - we'll start all over again
The third one don't apply
At the Lockdown by the Beach
Gotta stay six feet away from me
At the lockdown by the beach
The lockdown by the beach
We're
slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
I could never win
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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