Lyrics:
Oh my god
Hey man, that's a pretty nice feeling
I got a little bit of pot but mostly dead fly
That dead fly is gettin me all kinds ah fucked up jack
When you're gone
When you're gone
When you're gone
When you're gone
Time flies
No ties
White lies
In a disguise
When you're gone
When you're gone
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
On the working mans blues
cnd an amen kind of love
I wanna hear songs about momma
Folsom prison blues
Whiskey and trains
cnd I'm over you
I wanna hear a steal
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut
footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut
yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut
Break The Cycle
If they red then will you cut em
If they white then do you trust em
If they blue then will you buss em
Break The Cycle
If we spaz then
Over six hundred BHP that's right
Blue Green Teal metallic on the matte shine
5zigen wheels chrome rims that's fly
Perfect racing line got it green
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
He’s funky, he’s fly all the ouens think he’s kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he’s coming om'ie draai want dis Biggy fokken Biggy
Is Biggy
stay so fly man
Say I'm blue, I'm a little more cyan
I'd give one if I could fuckin' find a damn
Sippin' on this venom but I'm more like Spider-Man
Ah, me name is Jackie White and I'm foreman of the yard,
And ye don't mess with Jackie on this quayside.
Why I'm as hard as iron plate, woe betide
Fly OT bro send that text
All on board to the polar express
We got shine you know it's the best, we got white and we do it for less
All of my bars I
a green card
Get a black Pinocchio President to lead
But controlled by an old white
Gepetto on Wall Street
Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete
your eyes
I'm a poltergeist
I'm so precise
U ate all the pies
You can't see me creeping by
Can't tell me no reason why I'm Super nice
With it
I'm sick
birds he'd play
But when they got tired of playing
They'd just fly away
Then a look of loneliness in his eyes as
He'd watch the birds fly into the blue
Somewhere over the rainbow
(Blue) bluebirds fly (fly)
They fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh, why can't I?
I, well, I see trees of green, red roses, too
good, Tacky
Got 1 pair of AMIRI Jeans now he happy
& the next time that you copy my drip Make sure that you @ me
Blue Yank with the white forces when I
Why countless white crosses go on for miles
Where poppy's grow and Tommy's rest
Ghostly dragons fly above Mametz so high
I told the story to my child
control this
Yeah, I throw my set up, fly my bandana
I give a hater a handicap with this hand cannon
My Brooklyn bitch drove in kilos from New York
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
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