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And the double mountains slumber in the heavenly kind of dreams
Where the antelope is grazin and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I
a black neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
Yeah, I never understood you then
And I guess I never will
the little children alone
This can't go on
There's a pen there on the dresser
By some doctor bills
And there's an unsigned letter of resignation
Under anxiety
in a Southside bus stop
And I'm smiling for this mugshot
That's when I knew the plan was bound to fail
By the time you hear the song I'll be singing
bow my head before I lay
And press my arms I bow to pray
Then pray for prey I had to slay
I took a day trip by the bay
Yo shawty hit me where she stay
the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes
go where nobody goes
That's where you'll find me
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee
What you doing with
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
of wisdom sent to us below
Where they have been, we can never go
I feel your disconnection, your troubles and your trials
You seek an end to suffering
the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplying the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes
neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
Yeah, I never understood you then
And I guess I never will
Daddy gave me
a black neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
Yeah, I never understood you then
And I guess I never will
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
to send her to
But for now, I'm at Panera eating You Pick 2's
In the mall where girls take breaks from buying their new shoes
Back to work as I walk
by society where high-anxiety is just one variety
Hatin each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just
business
Bitches in they feelings i ain't got those feelings
All about my children stay away from villains yea
I go to crazy crazy for my baby they stay
AS A PEDO DEAD MAKES ME FEEL GREAT..,
WE ALL WANNA KNOW WHAT YOUR HIDING BILL GATES!
Covid , welcome to the showbiz
Back in nintenine this is where we go
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
Country, you are calling me to go
Smokestacks, I don't need you no more
I'm gonna fly
To where the sky meets the land
And the living is not planned
me with a cigarette and ends up at the parameds
Beat up by the mascot on the field where he was left for dead
I am the man in the mascot suit
The tiny
left only happy if the answer is gun 'em
More stars for the sidewalk while children live in the gutter
More credit card debt I can't believe it's not
Somehow I’m made in your image but I’m just a man
So I’m sitting hear thinking (questioning my God)
People they come people they go ain’t nobody gonna
time you jump out and your dawg go in
You know years go by
To where you be like y'all done
Spent all this time away from each other
Fuck, we don't
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