Lyrics:
tongue shall confess
Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech
It's on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him quickly when
wave you'll drown in it
Wanna chat shit Gowan den put some chest in it
Up n down man I'm up down all the fuckin time
Know the people that I lost are
kid
You are only everything that's He says
Healing broken pieces
See, he was struggling to stay above the water
Till the day he came across God
enlightened,
Old school,
As long as Jesus name is heightened,
I’m cool.
Thank God that my table’s loaded,
I realize I’m blessed,
But what about the poor man
trying to see shit
Psychologically, to see how deep this get
Who are you to put a labels on me?
Your sacrifices left you down here, slaving like me
are ever true
As long as he has said it, trust his word is true
God is no man that he should lie
Nor the son of man that he should change his mind
From
And I owe all I've done to you
You could have sat by and watched me die
But you knew just what to do"
With that the old man broke down
And fell into my
said, "you still haven't given me a fuk'n reply"
She said, "You'll never get me back to your place."
So Adam pinned her down and shot his man fat in her
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy café
With a friend of a friend of mine
Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee
are riddled
Man, get your hands on some hand sanitizer you're riddled
Oh my god, you are riddled
Man, get your hands on some hand sanitizer
At first I
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed Eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
But there's still
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy café
With a friend of a friend of mine
Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee
that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not
the method
You think you do put it on the table we'll test it
You can test ours matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
a paper clip
I made another drink Future playing again
I heard that Molly Percocet joint banging again
we sat around the table chilling for like 2 or 3
Airs are my crep
No hat, just man's hair on my head fly gear
22 when I've had my share of
Material things like 'Where's the respect'?
They cry tears when
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am
All they gotta do is chirp
And them things are gonna blis-am
Shake down, fiz-am
Straight from
him upside down and cut off his balls
Bleed him to death and let him bleed a slow, bloody death
When 17 kids are murdered, you skip due process
I
to
Have a conference
Not until I get the table though
At most his tweets are 140 characters
But the depth of his passion is immeasurable
Fur pillows are
more caution,
Sat me down, had a little chat
Men are men, but we're all half alley cat
Sat me down, had a little chat
Men are men, but we're all
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now,
notice us
But yeah I know being depressed is so fucking comfortable
So put your drugs, your heart, your rusty razors on my table
By god, you've been so
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