Lyrics:
starting to feel unlikely
The bread's gone stale, not blue
You don't look at me like you used to
Conversations are a lottery now
Is there an itch still
""To see is to bleed a true divine but to mislead is to feed a mind and if the bread they sell is baked it's what those who are starved will always
bread,
And here is what he said:
He said, “You want white bread,
Rye bread, pumpernickel, whole wheat
Cracked wheat, challa or bialy?”
I said, “Later”.
He
and swallowed him up
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh, huh
Little piece of corn bread layin' on the shelf, uh, huh
used to go
I've a picture of you
On our favorite day
By the seaside
There's a bird stealing bread
That I brought
Out from under my nose
Tell
This is the air I breathe
This is the air I breathe
Your holy presence
Living in me
This is my daily bread
This is my daily bread
Your very word
of staying fed up (fed up)
I went and got my bread up (bread up)
I've been going in going hard for the longest
Worked a couple jobs did it all for my mama
panie
Say If you like oo I go be your fine fine lawyer eeh
Anadwo bia mɛma wo court rising
l go be the sugar in your kooko
Butter in your bread oo
Mama
a roof over my head,
And bread on my table,
And bread on my table.
This love in my heart,
It's love for everyone.
(Remember Garvey say)
Remember weh Garvey
I'm getting more bread and all you niggas money stretchin
He got bopped for talking shit but he ain't learn his lesson
We live n' learn all my n****s
closed when you sleeping there
foreign whip
Them ghosts, they be creepin' ya
Bread and heat, you're toast you go missing ya
Guess that's how it goes when
Make your own custom croutons
Make your own custom croutons
First you're gonna need a little bread
I prefer to use at least two kinds
Cut the bread
bitches don't like me
These bitches don't like me, like me
Is it cause I'm a little too cocky
Is it cause of the bread in my pockets
Is it cause a chic
Yeah
It's Big G
Manifest
Yea
That's Ok
Yeah
That's Ok
That's Ok
He don't want to wear his mask but that's ok (Umm)
Yeah
Look
Spent up all my bread
they don't have a care they just flying. Don't worry 'but your job there's no need to sob. Stop your crying.
Give us this day our daily bread. My God
Say I’m about to blow up
Cause I hustle everyday
I hustle for my daily bread
Say I’m about to blow up
I see Jehovah bless me
Ja guide me ya eh
Polo in
the coupe, my bro hopped in a Range
Stack my fucking bread we on the same thing (On the same thing)
I just bought a Rari then I switched lanes (Switched
Rebecca Bell.
They say life they want control.
They want your body and your mind and your soul.
How many lives? How many roads?
'Til we take back the bread
and gettin' bread (racks)
Eighteen, I'm rocking, yes (yes)
We paint the city red (yeah)
She suck it with her brace (woo)
Then foenem come and race (woo,
drugs, sex, and no control
Sure it brings the bread, but at the price of ones own soul
I'd rather have a single song that changed a persons destiny
Than
times I remain a hustler, at all times I be chasing my bread
Since this one's for my people, I'ma make sure you heard what I said
Daddy say speak loud
bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly
feddy, mo niggaz got greedy
Knowing I'ma piece of the puzzle that's needed
How you gone not break bread with B. Geezy?
Break bread with B. Geezy
You
on the road of
Life before I burn get to know the Christ
Break bread with us sit down and eat
Choose your meal it's real
Either milk or meat
You see the milk
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