Lyrics:
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
call me if you fuckin up my days
We got a long way to go but we done came a long way
Uhhhh
That's how we do it
Like shit I'm bout to prove it
No stressin
puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin' with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we talk
You niggas ain't
and I was supposed to get a job, right?
And he was like, "Yo, you gotta get a fucking job bro."
Things were going so good with the music that we kinda
on dancing, just keep on dancing right now
Uh uh yeah yeah
When we pray for freedom
Can you feel it in the air
Change is coming time is near
Feed the hungry
on the come up, we do the shit we want to (Want to)
And the shit that's bout to come is long over due
By the time me and my niggas hit at the age of 20
We'll be
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
to the sky
IV Pentecost/The New Church
In one accord, we live by faith
Possessions shared; our hope embraced
Our rulers cannot drown our zeal
We have a gift
Feel like you ate some slugs
And some of them are a godsend from heaven above
So, love, love, lovey dove dove
Take the ones that help
And forget the ones
as nothing but a man like ourselves, nor do we see any following you but the worst among us, and they too followed you without thinking
We see that you do not
on
And a white tee over that Iron Mike
Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
Bitch
full by now (uh)
Feel like I coulda been healed by now
I swear I coulda been killed by now, at my own hands
But I would never go ahead and do that
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
'Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had
King, HP lovecraft, and JK rowling
But I feel like I'm the
Best writer because I need
To be the best at whatever I do no disrespect
To all the other
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
see through but you can't get to the inside
You sit there and wait
I look at you and anticipate
What we could be and what we could do
Fly the wings
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up,
Party life, you know we live that party life
Every night we live that party life
Yeah yeah yeah
We do the same shit every time, we live that party
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
Hi
I'm Peter
So Peter
Fuck sake
What would you like to be when you grow up
I want to be a rapper one day
I watched a pretty cool movie the other day
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
In the hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never
Getting any better than this
We
that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum
Bring who-ever you want, we 'bout to bug son and bounce
Down to Henry Hudson, after I bust one
Yo, Mos Def
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
.jpg/243px-Peter_Frampton_at_the_2011_Ottawa_Bluesfest_(cropped).jpg "Peter Frampton Band")
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