Lyrics:
a friend, saw you was pretend
Wet like I'm Kobe other niggas not my peers
Getting better by the day and by the years
Would it make sense if I quit
Look
I always thought that we would change the world one day
My brothers and me
I would write some songs
Jim would climb atop the tallest tower
Mark, I
for my cup.
I long for you all day and when the eve’s begun,
I wonder why I ever gave you up.
I can’t forget the day we met, the night so fine.
It
the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
Now our new foreman was Jim McCann
By blazes, he was a callous man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in
Stop tryin' to take our money
Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To can't trust this
Like F Jim or Hyatt
too we walked along in our brand new shoes
Took them off by the stream waded into the water green
Oh-my-my oh-me-may everybody did that day
My dog Pete
laughing
Laughing at what?
Los Angeles, eight days in
And our sense of irony's running pretty thin
All the friends we've made
Piano interlude not
Jim we're gonna get your bike back
The blue bike that brought you love
We know it's got white mudguards
You dirty thievin' slugs
You better ride it
them both
'Cause I just loved the music we were makin' and wanted to get it out
Around 2006, I met my fifth and final manager, Jason Murray
He was
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
day but Saturday be my day
I'm rolling with the Soul on skates
I can't wait
Time to let the good times roll
Let's lose control
When Sunday come, we
Guyana
And I'm glad he made it
And my Grandma met Jim Jones
He said that glitter gold, she had to hit the road
Said little baby
I'm just tryna reach
right now. Jim Breuer show had no Jewish people, he is a white supremacist Nazi it is clear to this day. If you look at where he grew up 40 years ago,
And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force
wrote a letter to my home.
It was just the other day
I was drinkin' on my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know.
He said your mother's dead
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty
the seas apart
On the day we met I began to want you
On the day we met I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling
whipping by
Farethewell Laramie, Alberque high
Yessire here we are
Going all the way
Won't quit til we hit california
On the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe
niggas, Jim Crow
And at the crib we don't stop
They come through!
Doing shows, fucking hoes, making doe, we A-Town thang on lock
Yeah
Man, this is fucked up, man rIP my nigga
Man, he got hit by a car and shit
That nigga wasn't even payin' no
Goddamn attention (yeah)
And you just
Goodbye Jim & Jackie, goodbye John & May
We hate to see you leaving, bound for the USA
But if you don't believe your country should come before
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
I wished I had gone
But it is where we are until Election Day comes
I hope that we vote out every one of these clowns
So the next time I leave I can
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