Lyrics:
by my own family
From my flesh and blood to the birds and the bees
Can't trust lips spitting words of disease
2017 had the burner on me
2018 had
They said I gave em too much
All these years passed
Shit,I haven't gave enough
They been asking for this music
Since I was a tiny thug
They knew that
escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I
an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
a white boy get tossed
Got 200 bullets, young 8-bit get mobbed
No, I am peaceful, I just want to walk
Run up on a 12 year old that boy get dropped
Empty yo'
Floatin' in the wind
A few bumble bees buzzin' by
O look at 'em fly
Its amazing what you see
When you stop and look at things
Well thats all it took
I
a life that is based on lies
Struggle and strife from the knife and fire
Just get on by, you know
Cigarettes and black bees tea could it fill that room
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
and honey bees feed on Mama's roses
My mem'ries just grow sweeter with the years
Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey
And as fresh
and bridges, ponds and zoos
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
And nights and noise and bees and boys
And days
I remember days
Or at least I try
But as years go by
Blues
Stand By Rita behind Lovely Guitars
Rita's Lovely Guitars Club Band
Your Lovely Heart mad to Love
Another Year of Guitars france on My Mind
Stairway
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
tainting the ground
Slay the pigs who sit on thrones of shit
Wasted years of submission leads to your demise
Slain by the swarm
Armageddon now, the earth's
like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, see-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed
one time
All my peoples are you with me, where you at?
All my killer bees on attack, where you at?
Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you want
of the mack of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride,
can take the fall
She's ready for somebody
She's ready for somebody
She's ready for somebody now
As the years go by
The woman's not so sure
bein passed around
Like it's airmail without a trail
Forced to avail
Gotchu waiting for bail
Not a chance it'll fail right?
Next year or two go by
Turn yo $500 to $5000, issa scam
Flip yo $200 to $2000, issa scam
Book a flight half price, issa scam
Hit the mall and go swipe, issa scam
Issa
saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
"Parents" 24 lines, 734 characters.
I remember one year
My mom took me
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