Lyrics:
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
who's Peter's son?
Chris, Chris doesn't miss
Chris could never miss, cuz he's fat
He seems like the kinda guy that would own a rat
This guy, he was so
the natives on their rears
They whipped and pushed and
Drove em down that long Trail of Tears
‘long come John Brown and Nat Turner
Of these folks we could
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Trying on clothes in the dressing
Room of Ralph Lauren
Ivo took off his slacks looking in the
3-way mirror he realized he was hard
Could it be
rap
Maybe then your track will sound breath-taking
Amma said I could be anything
She said don't focus on petty things
I'm way too focused on pretty
keep up with my rounds
I be pullin up skrt skrt pull off smoking loud
Who got the Yao
Yea I’m talkin pow
Shit move like Chris brown
Something Chinese
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
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches
When all your love is lost (is lost)
And burning bridges can't be
But he could never catwalk with the shiny fun
(B-but he could never catwalk
With the shiny fun)
A-are you alive? I am, I am
(A-a-are you alive? I am, I
it down,
And all of that s*** y’all talking, but look at me now,
Moves like James Brown,
Women like Chris Brown, I said look at me now,
But honestly
love
Poppa was a playa, playa was in poppa
Poppa loved the ladies, never got enough of
The pretty brown round, running round town
"(Sh!) Don't tell
excited to see exactly what we might be
In this moment me and you could fly around the sun or land on the moon
Watch the world turn as we look down
From
on Juice
WRLD on drugs
All of the legends be dying so young
Wish you were here for twenty-one more
Young brown bad vibes
Whole squad fly now
Set a goal too
destiny
Move, change, and be, now!
[Chorus Three: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you
Solved a couple problems from the memories
Find me near a bottle when I clear my mind
Sorry broken promises could never leave
You ain't gotta call me
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
like nothing I had ever seen
Her heart filled with love others could never bring
And her charm took me places I had never been
Inside
Then another guy
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
Black boy brown boy lightskin white boy
No boy quite like the anime villain
Tall boy buff boy cute smile nice boy
Dre, Chris, Sai, Imran and Dylan
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