Lyrics:
Dear Mr devil i am the greatest thief there
Has ever been on Earth
Please tell me who else more
Than me personifies your work
I came to power in
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
The conscious man is dead
And I buried him
Beneath this scarred tissue
Armored skeleton
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
abbandono le mie azioni
Spero ci sia un ultimo rimedio
Just close your eyes and you will see
Only true humans will fell me
We are blanded by a side
All
friend Mr. Skipijankings now storming off
the forced hole, not with out hearing some expletive
words hurled at him by the classless lord of the lace.
Tears
package but pain is the dlc
I just want some tlc
To be away from my enemies
Drug lords, gang members, and some criminals
They all have feelings
A feeling
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
individual
Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the general
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
close through one eye
I'm thinking I should do 0 - 60 and run by
But the road blocked and Mr. cop don't look gun shy
He said "how far anything for
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
Oh boy, how was I supposed to know
When you whispered soft and gently pulled me close
That your arms are already weak, your bones are broken right
like a criminal
Won't you make me believe I'm the only one?
So grab me by the neck and don't you ever let go
Mess me up so good until I'm begging for
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
eyes, onto my eyes
Sprinkle your magic I need to get by
Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman
They say I'm crazy
But
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
Fee fi fo fum, I see the beast close by
But an eye, for an eye, for an eye, for an eye, for an eye
Soon we'll all be blind, over time, over time, over
bitch don't get it twisted
Me, I'm a fucking criminal
Produced by my environment I get it how I'm living though
Bitch I'm so high off this shit you'd
eyes, prepare for the truth
Super heroes, criminals, they're all in cahoots
Did your box get hacked? Are the criminals root?
It could've been a super
Close your eyes
Visualize how I'd feel when I'm deep inside
Let me penetrate your inner space
Not between ya thighs baby
Open your mind
Close your
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