Lyrics:
like a caravan
Gypsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry
I had a little letter full
in a box
On the east side shooting dice in gfazos and glock
Black Bandana round and my neck middle finger up like pac
If we catch that nigga slipping
All I do is win, I don't check the score
Even if I do I'm up like four
Killing all theses niggas in a uniform
Dk that's who I do it for
History made in
So by the end, I know where I'll stand
Anybody, can you hear me
(Just wanna fix it, I can't learn to risk it)
Anybody, can you see me
(I'm on an island
on my knees
But I'm still drawn on by the the murmur
Are you laughing at me now?
In my circumstance
When still I wear your crown
My life's
Reconnoiter at Rat Island
Halfway between the islands of Hart and Citi
Two acres of shore
In an episode of People's Court
(Birds bones and guano
serving cookies now I'm building empires and shit
Compare me to who
Nigga they can't bottle this shit
My music all over nigga they can't box me in shit
If
Flying like siren
Bitch I'm never hiding
Pull up dripping all this ice she told me that she like it
She virgin like the islands
Open my third eye lid
In the dead of night in she wandered
Acting like we strangers it's so awkward
Had to turn the pages didn't want to
On an island not a place to run
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
By
I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
But I do know converted mic
like a diamond
Dreaming on this island
While your just back home crying
You know you need to be by yourself
Before you go and hurt someone else
Count
Running in the darkness, you slip but carry on
Summoned by soft voices, eyes glow red at dawn
Listen now, as shrieking specters beckon you to rise
The highest in the room
I can't forget the feeling
I asked god to build my heaven
Without the cyclin
I think a little outside the box
I won't get
hours later I counted a huntit bands
Got it by my lonely cant count on none of yo friends
Boy that choppah get to spitting its blowing like a fan
I ain't
a bondage
Yeaaaa
In the trunk is where you'll find him
Don't give a fuck them niggas cra they from the islands
We spark on up hotbox cruising while we drivin
House as in before plants
I'm wearing purple pants
And I'm feeling lonely
X as in before box
I'm wearing purple socks
And I'm feeling lonely
I'm
Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in
They say leave on top
While you still hot
Island hop
I don't give a fuck bout no opps
I got no adversaries just niggas who want my spot
Like I'm
crackers they handing out felonies won't get the best of me yea
I got a box in the mail ain't no present
My trap stay open like 7 eleven
Sitting dice
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir's NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I'm left with Grandmother's photo box: Kjell sitting there in ballet shoes.
what?
What's so funny? A box full o' honey
What I thought a pretty tune was howling at the moon
To keep me company this evening
It's so lonely in
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box
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