Lyrics:
You see animals, I see Saints
A beautiful day, a beautiful day
You sent me a song and you're on your way home
It's a beautiful day, a beautiful day
I'm famous
All of a sudden she hit me back then she was dodgin' me
The drive-by would be quicker but we plan on parkin' these, ayy
Saint Laurent, I'm
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
smart unstable album givin' ribs
These are my sons and life so hard
They own mother couldn't even feed them through a straw
Equipped to the core
Ever
I put a fist through the face of a rapist
And yeah I tape this
For the viewing pleasure of the nameless faces he disgraces
And yeah one day I may
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
I think it's gonna be a good day
Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
and saints to guide them and bring them home
There's a new day, starts to sing
Imagining what tomorrow brings
A new day, fades from gray
Colors paint
to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear
Took a walk down paramount
(I've seen better days)
Left behind a friend of mine
(I've seen better days)
Passed by a statue of saint Augustine in
da da da da da
Laha da da da da
As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love
By loves own hand
So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth
And good
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
When we was up late way past two on the phone
Won't waste time wanted you all alone
Those days I had wanted you in my home
But these days
These days
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
The fake gold teeth
There's no place that my name won't reach
Still I remain Lowkey
Trough the tick and thin
We try to raise a bar
By doing some diferent
lost
I try to keep it together, never felt this way
We spent 'bout two weeks together, only skipped one day
And they say, "bros over hoes," I'm like,
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
Seals
Then I Saw A Lamb Looking As If It Had Been Slain
Standing In The Centre Of The Throne
Encircled By The Four Living Creatures
And The Elders
He Had
Life changes like the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (Drive, drive)
Watching white lines passing by
With
on the table
With the angels
Be seeing you, my friends
As the days go by
I'm running out of time
Dance, dance
'Til the mourning ends
She's calling me
Calling me
saint I am not
Cause that day is yet to come
But I know I've got it inside of me
To try and build a better society
Like I try not to be sexist
But I've
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
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