Lyrics:
a sick bastard for what your doing
And you will have consequences for your actions my friend
Have consequences
For your actions my friend
I just want you
left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You
One take only
I don't know what register to do this shit in
Yeah
My bitch ain't got no rhythm
She keeps throwing me off
Tryna bang out some backshots
excuse me
What? Yeah what's your? Sarah, yeah Sarah
Could you do me a favour and uh, could you put the eggs on top?
Wooo...
When you're standing by the roadside
And it's a long way to go
to carry me
to carry me; friend
Togehter in this mad land
far from truest of hands
wait for the day your executioner falls to his death
O' Sarah what did they do?
Did they not know that I was in love with you?
Now my darkest hour has
baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
Girl I want you
see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone
Sarah Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
almost booked a beach trip
But they didn't have a way
They baked biscuits at daylight
For whoever might stop by
But they didn't get a lotta callers
tracksuit and think they fly
I lead by my actions, y'all lead by your captions
Niggas don't like you and you don't know why
Poached eggs, crossed-legged,
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
and
To say you're right, you can
Hope for a better life
You can do it differently
Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage
About the people who shot her son
I'm
Put me in the circus
Existing before the circuits
Make it plain to see
I'm more than what you
Made me out to be.
I am human
I have a soul
If you gave
listenin'
I specialize in fun
And I must know what's happenin' cos you're dancin' like re-run
So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm
To get em and hit
Are you Christian or Dior
I gotta know to get you fitted
By the realest
What they know huh
What they know
What they know huh
Opened up your trench coat
Drop it drop it drop it
You know how I rock it
They done came in by the pair
With they hands in the air
cnd they ready to pop it
Then I tell em get
fool me
just pretend you’re mine
scare me
grab my hand on time
Sarah sold her eyes
she would do it twice
70 prayers in bright daylight
solemnly
Brothers by blood
Mates by choice
Heart as big as a flood
Shy inside, yet full of voice
Love you boy
Keep that strong mind
Happy Birthday
Have an awesome day
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
acquired taste, on nights like this, I have no complaints, assume, we drinking til we pass out, this ain't what you think, so much problems in this world I
those
Rhymes that sound so merrily merrily
Since you're soft like poundcake from Sarah Lee
I might cut a slice, then say "What a nice
Sucker to gobble
see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire be a be a millionaire
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give
left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You
Dear sarah shu,
I leave for you
All I knew about this job
On microcassette for further review
What it meant to me
How you'll make it dear,
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