Lyrics:
Sangbene de de de de
Sangbene de de de de
Sufferation for my country dem yapa
If you be poor man for this country na yawa
Boys come dey join ILLUMINALITY
at the brightest stars
Country roads and dirt trails, where the heart finds peace, people running wild in the belly
Of the beast, if you looking for a lucky streak,
like me I'm lost in this strange land
Inspired by the western world
My people envy the white man
Too much chaos for your mind
Only the streets could
the drought season, niggas be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets
Here's another part
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
it's too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
Thanks for listening
It's a revolution
Tell your friends
Here we go
What are the odds
My hero shows
discipline, check
Listenin', check
My nigga, let your nuts hang
Check
(Maybach Music) dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze
Never on the wiretaps
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands (people)
One nation under God (haha)
those three words that
That lets me know you're still my girl
Oh baby, yeah
Oh, I swear I'll never leave you (why?)
Give all I have to ya
By your
And all my life I've taken handfuls, force fed by the hand that feeds us
But not all hands created equal, I stand by waiting for something good to come
In
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
A lover that will understand
Will always be by my side (come on)
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be?
The one for me I need
I'm from the East Coast)
And that's for damn sure
And I just got a call from my man 'Pac
And we was talkin' about how
We like to toss up
How we like our
that my country's fame
has reached the middle east as well.
You may stay in our Royal guest house,
as our guests,
and enjoy our tasty food too.
As you
a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing and your
Hand's upon my knee
So we're okay
We're fine
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
I pray for my soul
Pray for my family
I pray for my enemies
Pray for my country
I pray for every nation
Let Your Love Oh God
leaf, leveled up to another me--Ugh
Carrot cake for the bracelet
Santa Maria, my neck looking like a slave ship
Mercedes ambient lights looking like
bundles
You don't understand struggle? I'll rob you for your gun tool
I'm barkin' on police, monster on the beats
Got a chop it in the car? Gotta chop it
Your gentle hand is reaching my heart
Your
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
country
And I'll never give up
To be better for this place
For too long I was blinded
And didn't see nothing in my way
Now I see my angel show me
By
You were always my best friend
But it was kind to hear your voice again yeah
You were always my best friend
But it was kind to hear your voice again
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