Lyrics:
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out
So we can cookout, couple of six pack
Chilling back, sit back, beach chair
Each year we try to take time out
Hate
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Hey, hey, hey
F is for all the
Fatties wearin' my shit
(Do you want me
not individual
But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
My time critical, hands-off from digital
Me and my lady bark, back when the Planets was
and cold
She got stitched up bitch by an old M.D
Now she's headed out to Hollywood or so I'm told
Now they call her the cat
And that's a stone fact
They
Nothing feels as good as going home
So Hey Cat, Let's get back to Halifax
Let's get in my old Chevy, hit the road
The world outside is getting far too
Ain't told no one about this dream
Since, I've had it
Seen the old folks getting eaten by the crows
I am not being dramatic
The birds ate
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
pull my punches, good night to regrets
It's about time that I find myself
I've been down for a while but never out by much
Never lost my grip, had
hands on
But dude It's just amazing
How many times one can walk back and
Forth from his desk to the sink
To wash his hands from not doing a damn thing
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
long
It ends right now, I fear
You think that you can stop me
By whatever means and cause?
Well my hypnotic powers are now
Just as good as yours!
Look
Living a day at a time be the rhythm that fit
That way I´m always quick to predict a glitch
Building a house brick by brick and bit by bit
Living
admit in the past I was tryin' to break these hoes backs
Escape, without givin' up a dime
You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin' time
Coppin' me
Wake up early in the morning I gotta face one
When I step out man a nigga bet not say nothing
Let the smith analyze his brain he Steven a son
Yea its
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
to stress about nothin
Just chill, play with my niggas, have a good time
Take me back to the good old days
Take me back to the good old days
(Winter pain)
Hello, old friend
I know it's been a while
I'm here again
And it won't be the last time
I fall apart
But You won't let me get too far
You're speaking
to O-P-E-N
They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again
Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins
Time is all behind me, this
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
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