Lyrics:
the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
through all of the hurting, think life's got me by my throat
So I can't sleep and I can't eat, no I can't stop thinking there's someone, who will find me in
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can
Seen you consort with
Sister share your strength
We are in a band
Day by day
We spent our life together dear friend
I‘ll be there for you as you for me
It won't be easy all
your weakness is spittin
Except for saliva of course, the spotlights dimming
All those 'tough' voicemail messages you left, yeah I heard em
Pull your
(For the bands)
I'm in the club
So nigga don't watch my hand (Don't watch my hand)
You gone see some shit
That you don't want to see (Want to see)
That's
Bankhead, shawty, yeah you know what it is
Pockets full of number of rubber bands and bills
Came up around that standard wheel
Was finna do a deal about 60
we doing about these Bands though bandz though band, though
Work
Work for this money
We be in places
Every season it gets sunny
I hate to see you go
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
hope on the other side
Brothers and sisters, if you are down and out, old Brother Jack has a story for you today
Brothers and sisters, if you’re floating
Me bitch
Not even through the zoom
My lens was foggy now I'm Seeing the Full moon
Bigger picture My hitter clip ya
And leave ya ass in ruins
Bitch you
Jonathan
Abraham?
You know we must do a terrible thing tonight, correct?
Yes, I do
Buddy Rich drum strokes
Making all the haters choke
Big band
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
You know my mama live in a million dollar home
And my sister she still in high school
She just got suspended for fighting two white boys, man,
the gardens where the black kids roam
I'm to busy getting fed by grandma old stove
And I ain't looking out unless you wanna book me
I been working to damn hard
Shark. When you see his dorsal fin and his jaw full of teeth, better get out of the water, lest you want to be his feast.
And here is our review: M for
concerned
But if they knew that when you went through my mind
I'm full of the love that illuminated our house for all those years
And made this dancing
Take it from this sister, y'all take it from that
It's flyer to be hungry than phat
The ride up front is better when you've been in the back
That's
trouble
I pull the heat
I ain't scared of little time, it's just time
Especially when it involves for gettin'
Down for my grind it's all I do, bitch
It's
[PART I]
[crone:] here upon this pillow
Made of reed and willow
You're a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
Your fallow won't
’ll all burn in hell even Michelle
Obama Nation
I really think the war on terror
Is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to
Use up all your
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
got a mind full of
Fucked-up thoughts and straight shit
Got a golden microphone with skills
You could never get with
For a long time I was lookin' for
.jpg/300px-Sister_Hazel_(2174716298).jpg "Sister Hazel")
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