Lyrics:
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose
Wrapped up in robes
Off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories
Both lovely
you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Off with his head, take his head from his neck
sty
I was busy starin at my Lucy in the sky
You could tell was rare by diamond in thy eye
I'm who these kids who think they're dead inside envy
the opposite in Figure Awwwe shit god
Baby u the realist now go head and Run it Back
Back back back back back back Back back
Easy does it easy go it you know
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
Please step back, yeah, you make me sick you make me wanna yack
This shit feel like a nightmare, yeah this a nightmare
Social distancing alone in my head
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Its more trials than errors
If yo heart ain't in it my nigga What does that tell ya
I had no uncles to tell me keep My head up lil nigga
I had no
circles in my head
Day by day, I'm getting by
And I'll watch the sun come out and burn a hole right in between your eyes
Day by day, I'm doing my time
It's time to move your body closer
Now that everything’s been said
The look in your eyes just wins me over
Don't want you out of my head, out of my
by one I take the blame
I said one by one they stall and one by one we feel the same
I cannot take this pain
Flooding my head Filling me with dread
to play it cool, I'm like, "Back to the game"
Punched in my back (ah)
Thrown off the court
I'm like, "I'm with the Blacks" (That made it worse)
Smack,
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
coming back home.
I sit here with my little lamplight,
I'm just waiting by the phone,
Waiting for it to light up the room with a message from you saying
to the mic my sins I
Open my window then look in the sky
Then I get back on the mic and tell 'em how I get by
Now listen
Trynna make a livin' rappin' gettin'
you back down to my place
Chillin by the fire late nights I want from u
Gimme the cue and we head straight to my room
After we done lay in bed and we
to the ground, I cannot walk, shit, I need Ville
Next day I'm drivin' 'round the city with no destination back-up
Water in my eyes kept falling like Niagara
My darling you look lovely
I've come to lay you down
Uncover your head and submit to me
We'll make a joyful sound
I don't care if you're by
My darling you look lovely
I've come to lay you down
Uncover your head and submit to me
We'll make a joyful sound
I don't care if you're by yourself
Got my head in the clouds, got my feet on the ground, it's the finest thing I've ever
Found
So many pretty girls outside today, my eyes are spinning
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
Don't forget, you're my little rider
They was squint had to open my eyes up
I don't quit, we always going to rise up
All for him, I can roll right by
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
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