Lyrics:
the use went up
And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But goddamn, he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
live life by my lonely
But I really need somebody
Who how could help me to be free
And to be better me
Better than I use to be
Trust is really hard for
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
a roach, I had to put that bitch out
All a sudden, I'm a ghost, bitch, you done missed out
They love wastin' all my time and wonder what I'm pissed bout
I'm
He was born one mornin'
It was cold and it was snowin'
And from the start he never had a chance
And though the doctors said he couldn't live
His
(Sledgren)
Got you tryna live by the movie scene
Wizzle got wings wizzle got everything
These niggas ain't built like us
These niggas ain't real
order to live I needed to know how I could hide the tantrums (whoa)
In order to get why I needed to go, I took a lot of slander (facts)
And took a lot
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
[ESG]
Just cuz we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow
[Chorus (ESG):]
Country life
Southern strife
What gives you the damn right?
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
go smoke right by the cove
I'd watch the sunset all the alone
Where folks go roam's where I wouldn't go
And others are often the first to go
So broken
pattern
Super sadder than a random roach
Like where's your family
Who sent you here to die alone
I might follow you home
Kill everyone and let you go
But
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
number on some bankers sheet
Your just some cannon fodder for the elite
Broken people broken homes
Broken noses broken bones
Broken lives Broken
broken? (Time)
Why do we spend our whole lives chasing time? (Time)
The clock is ticking on by
We always feel like we're running out of time (Time)
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
broken
Most people see blurred, can you focus?
'Stead of next man chat bout how mad this roach is
They can feel it they can breathe it they can see it in
then when my Papa he jus saw a Roach
He dropped his Red Hot Chilli Peppers and then he ran home
And jus went and called up John the Mayor on the phone
provolone
She's beggin for the little guys
That's adios, vamanos
To a yacht or boat
Smokin papa roach
In, Galapagos
Hey momma?
It's time to go
Fuck that
A little Rosa come running to meet her papa
And she'd throw her little arms around my neck and say papa and I'd say Rosa
But one day boss I've come home
Needed some time to myself
Need to go grind by myself
Yeah
I
Quit the drinkin' start smoking more
Got phillies in Brooklyn I'm Oakafor
We live the life
sayonara muthafuckas
Y'all don't want this smoke
Bitches call me big papa
But I live west coast
Mr Micheals be ya host
Let me pop my toast
Y'all could catch
start with me
Or are we so lost, are we so broken
Can we live by the golden rule
Or are we unable to live and love each other
Can't we somehow, somehow
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