Lyrics:
for love
And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat
I can't save the whole street, so I feel
Muddy Goppup standing there
Roses held by him stopped to catch
Kee lee da da do
But the circle would not permit it
This circular circulation
I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
back from me
Do you do you do you do ya
See the solution to the tragedy?
Dubatschipikupokinou
Dubatschipikupokinou
I’m gonna rock it by myself
Well,
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
Znikają więc sentymenty
Potem wszyscy zdziwieni że rośnie chorób słupek
A pozwalają by decydował byle dupek
W garniaku krawacie i Porsche Cayenne
By wszyscy
know pray for my demise
New life
I'm connected
New mob ties
Silverback
In a Maybach
You a super bum nigga
I know you wish me bad
All the hate
I'm already
da odkręcić
Choć indywidualistom myśl tę niełatwo znieść dziś
Chcesz być w grze musisz biegać do śmierci
I nie pozwolić by dopadła Cię bieda bo
got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with
I can guess
No place I've ever called my home, though I couldn't care much less
But the trains don't run by the way they did before
And they don't
sarkazm puenta w żartach czarna
Pojawia się i znika jak na pasach Marian
Lubię bum bum jak Maria Awaria
I lubię tłum kumających że nie jestem wariat
Diabli
lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Why these raps niggas look like bums
Boy you sit down, you
Aye aye, why they hate on me
Sayin why they hate on me
Please tell me why they hate on me
Fuck what they say about me
Bums broke and they hate on me
placement
Put down ya gun and run come
Come one by one where the water
Flow into the sun
Keep da music bum bum
As we dance and we run
In the garden we grew
Muted these conversations I dont fuck with dm's yeah
Got yo BM on my phone tryna be my friend yeah
All by my lonely I'm better off having no friends yeah
until I arrive on the other side
Sometimes I’ll find just enough to get me by
Keep it up and eventually it becomes my reality
Again a struggled attempt
No
damn team
I been tryn keep my peace
But now it’s peace by piece
Cassius clay bitch I feel like Alii
What’s a bum to a motherfucking king
Evil or good
gate
Escaping my planet
Who will I meet in my travels
And who will I be when I'm not
Surrounded by the people
Thats living like animals
She gave me
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