Lyrics:
town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that's beauty
punk queen, now there's a kidder
Go back north, Celine needs a babysitter
Philip Glass, atonal ass, you're not immune
Write a song with a fucking tune
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
the ground
Now they ain't making a sound
When we clash, with these cats
Then we gon' leave a dead crew
Like Ash leavin' the cabin in Evil Dead 2
Feeling their
the state
A revolutionary on a rampage turning over the money plates
And healing on Sundays
When they told him to stop he just kept moving
They had to take
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
coming in two's
You got a problem then we got one too
Caught me a body now he on the news
Calling me bobby I stay with a tool
I seen him walking knocked
Cause that'll just give him another reason to brag
And act up, then I'll have to unleash
This beast that I never knew was within me
So please, back
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
or your sister?
Shouldn't you be playing
Country music mister?
Hey Coldplay
Maybe you should be 'Coldsore'
Back when you were U2
I liked you so much more
at the payphone talkin', but I pay for em
Know that you be back in the hoke
Yeah, back in the hoke
Yeah, Soon as imma pull up with the gat imma tote
Two designers
back and kill him myself
He's in beast mode (beast mode)
And I ain't coming down
Beast mode beast
No I'm never coming down
He's in beast mode (beast
the drink, got the pounds
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though?
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
I got
I'm Kobe
I can't stop now
The opps they mad cause I'm too beast
Came with the kick back
Yo head on the ground like a rug rat
Smoke em like gas mask
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
than
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw
Ours down. That's what we did
Drove back to the church, had
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
Neither can you know the next man's intentions.
You see man, him focus upon the outward appearance too much (Gal 2:6),
but God deals with the heart (Heb
comes back, well, drop him
New rules, babe
Count them two
Red flags, they
All around you
You see me on your Insta thread
New man, next place, new bed
You
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
He was born with drugs up in his veins
Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
A beast on the court
with my loons in a twist of all tunes
Because I'm rude and my tomb will be in a bullet torn room
I'm a beast on the beat, have you wrapped in a sheet,
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
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