Lyrics:
want
Release yourself from the past
The world is waiting
Step through the door
Finding a way at last
Walking away from the past
Finding a way
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt,
you were killin' me in that mini skirt,
skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks,
you had a sun tan line
a point,
We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!
A-From sun to sun and from time to time
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they
the desert sand was a milk and honey land
Then I awoke with a start
There the train comin' back on that one way track
Gonna take me away from here
As she
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
waiting and hoping
The door will be open to them
On Ellis Island, day after day
On Ellis Island, time slips away
From Ellis Island, day after day
day
We ducked down, you know we weren't playing
Bro rev that engine to the max
No way he's getting away
In the Nizz with this pocket rocket
Tryna leave
Cast down from decadence
We dance the night around
Blindly grasping at the shadows
Cast by indifferent astres
Despondent, broken and listless
Wandering
the cream
Bless the team
M3's on the scene
Ride with me
By the sea
Lively breeze
Dine and tree
Alive and free
Do you feel me
Feel like a star in my dream car
the dust settle
Whistling kettle
Cracked door
Empty home
Ghost town
Where's the laughter?
Where the love?
While the sun beats down
Roll dice
Waste life
Like
through it all
Sun up Sun down
Niggas know where I'm at right now
Niggas know where I'm at right now
Low pro 10 toes whoa
Can't stop won't stop
Hope you
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
naked, there's nothing to hide
Come carry my grievances down to the shore
Wash 'em away in the tumbling tide
I heard two cows in a conversation
One
sittin' on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
Shut down the negativity by repeating "yes"
Yes, hold up ya hand if you've been recently blessed
Yea, I speak from the chest
So it's an added bonus
man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach,
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
from work my wife was at the door
She said sit down here Paddy this will shake you to the core
Twenty three and me, me boys, twenty three and me
We
RUN(x4)
Digging until I hit bone
Flippin’ and rippin’ pages
can you, can you, can you keep up?
(x2)
{V3}
I come from that duke city
Where the biggest
to ruin it
But If I had three wishes I'd use em all to ask what time it is
If I had a fast car I'd drive away until the highways end
If I had my own bar I'd
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