Lyrics:
have to do for my art
If you can call this gibberish "art"
Ah, here's our little flower
Ah, Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour
You have secured
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see the fall of men, down by the creek
As I'm standing on the edge, fatality
All I see is infidels, my melanies
Don't
her Mama and her Yaya
Make me slide in the dm like the cha cha
That’s my baby treat her like a lady but not GaGa
Look at time take ah look at time how
modern day society
Really give me an edge
Am I supposed to be
Excited for politics or violence
Should I glory
In the truth about the church
And all it’s
to live
We were born to try
We were born to give
Oh I, born to die
Just a king in all his glory
Just a queen with her own story
I won't fade from these
the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions,
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.
FATHER BILL:
By
to you girl
Hello baby
Hello sweety
I like you
One day I could really love you
I live a little on the edge
I pat myself no second guess
Want you to know
of Fijians
Fear started creeping
Made me wanna hide
Little did we know
The Holy Spirit was our tour guide
Now we on the move
Double edge sword
You know what
Give me my respect for my endeavors
Can't shoot me down, I got the crown, legends live forever
All the shit that I been through
And forgive me for
wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
feel proud but I say that shit with glory
Making money with some lady's chilling with my homeys
Never had to trap cause mama said that life ain't for me
shit with glory
Making money with some lady's chilling with my homeys
Never had to trap cause mama said that life ain't for me
It's a hard life but this
America isn't now let's get it
You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind
You can't run you
it straight, don't give a fuck about a five-o
'Cause I live on the edge like every nigga
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I gat,
And let me get it straight, don't give a fuck about a five-o
Cause I live on the edge like every nigga
A nine for a nine, get fly with a trigger
And man, I
Stand by to switch on
We fire out all pistons
We're singing along
But no one is listening
From dusk until dawn
We stay up to carry the flame
Certified Stories
Wake in the morning and we giving God glory
From where I came it was a lot of sad stories
Say a prayer for the homies
I had to stay
cut by the fear
Eyes on the screen as the code goes live
Everybody's hoping the system survives
Everybody's brave though the stakes are high
Pushing it
and 49ers
Rivals, but the South remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can
with a dream living life in a dream
Beam like there's a spotlight on me Blinded by shine that I bring to the scene
You see
Can't drown out my voice this
The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down
T'was the fourteenth day
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