Lyrics:
nous lèchent les bottes
Double dip recession my country at war
With 4 different countries can't feed our own poor
Who benefit from war companies with
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother would
Aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye, yuh
Aye aye aye aye, yuh
Aye aye aye
God is on my side, yuh
God is on my side, yuh
God is on my side, yuh
God is
driven by conviction and devoted to one another and the country we love with all our hearts. May God bless America and God protect our troops.
Get in my bag I don’t get in my feelings
Family over everything we official
Talking gangster nigga softer than tissue
Knocked em off swear to god I
Road runner running a red light at night nigga yea fukk em all
Lights flashing yea camera action yea take off from the law
4- 5 Court dates rescheduled
I just stare out at the sea
And when I hit the road, I miss the scenery
Right here, in God's Own Country
We don't need a London town
We've got our own
Wear my name on the back of my belt
Can't believe there's a god to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me
Don't
And before I could God
There we were one-two-three-four-five seconds
Her on the floor me on the floor
When she and I
Stared at each other
As we may have stared
eggs
Saw you for the first-time way down in my block
Talking to a family friend
You are not from the slum
Beautiful being
Well created by the maker
your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts
family court war has left me poor.
Hawked everything but my ps4 just to keep a door
Should move to CO and hitup Tor
Cuz I probably wont see my baby for
We've just left the EU
We have and it's amazing
It's what we've been waiting for for four years
It means we get our own country back we get our
to do
From the morning I wake up
I start packing all my stuff
Tell the homies, tell the family
I gotta keep on going
From the morning I wake up
I
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
And not just Spanish-speaking countries eitherbut Haiti and Jamaica as well
As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society
everywhere, but think that an honorable family would have to do this
Constant false promises and a price that goes up day by day
Healthy people become addicts
I dont trust nobody so I dont have many friends
I was up late last night creepin through your ends
If I pour another four I'll probably crash
It's just an old piece of wood
On top of four legs
It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand marks from "god knows when"
Ain't too many
country to give for my life
The preacher stands in his holy shroud sayin'
"God forgives you if you do it now"
But if you come back when the chips are down,
the stretcher or the hearse
I talk to the reaper, like don’t take my life yet
My family need change, I’m the 1-2 no mic check
I pray to God that i beat all my
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets
This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
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