Lyrics:
He took 17 stitches by the age of five
Tryin' to pop wheelies on a slip and slide
He put his arm all the way into a big ole bee hive
Cause the sweet
Or would we stand all day? Waiting, waiting,
anticipating.
Like wanting a coat from a possum.
Like wanting an apple from a lovely blossom.
Yes we can
And we all believed them, the church even paid them
To tell us the earth wasn't round
But darling, I'm sure as the seed
That grew in the apple that fell
You whispered in a raspy voice
As time came flying by
Like a butterfly
Oh I won't shed a tear
But if I feel the wave
Pushing through my veins
And if I
just pretend it's ok
Even the night falls at the end of the day
At the end of the string, you watch the pendulum swing
Hypnotized by the simplest
Big Apple gettin' gentrified, it's still all hood
Some birds told me I would never fly, it's still all good
It's all good, my loyalty's my armor
you, I'd probably fuck me too
If I was you, I'd probably fuck me too
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me too
I'm from the Big Apple
You could be a grown ass
the dark I can breathe proper
Feel the fruits of my labor no talkin' just show niggas
Foot stomped on my apple by Adam like choke nigga
Switch up I want
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
ill
Get whacked by the nigga
Ha, ha, yeah, Heaven or Hell, it ain't no telling (ain't no telling)
They wanna picture me catching a shell, I ain't
By the fire with a glass of wine
The snow is falling and I'm feeling fine
I've got my stocking and the mistletoe
And Santa baby's on the radio
I've
into
By mastery of the mental he was able to see
What the past and future civilizations had been through
Acoustic imagery transmitted through
like tropical line
Locked by the spine
Doing a murder seven thirty, then they fly at night
Shit!
Head spring, head twisted to the buick
You say
bitch sit in vinegar
Apple cider baths
Sit in the vinegar
Bronsolino
PS
Yo, so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gone
You're a constant,
I set the mood that tingles in you
You've got the womb I love to intrude
Well disguise the blushing bride
Apple of my eye
Inviting virus you
I would die if I should lose you now
Button up your overcoat
When the wind is free
Take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Eat an apple
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
elephant
It was ignorance that made this irrelevant
I'm not the pasta boy, I'm the African, call me by name
I'm the original, I taught you to set up this
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
We call it art, some call it a crime
It's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
On drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit the Apple
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
apples
Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off homemade bong with handles
Its a lawless battle as my toughts unravel
Pull my gun
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
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