Lyrics:
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
Had green apples
But the red seeped in
Evil ways
I had I to see em
Had to stock more than just the reefer
Big mistake
Good Karma leaves me
Where I’m
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
her job at the grocery store
And the wolf came knocking at the door
Red notice said they turned off her telephone
There's nothing left for her to do,
a good job
Daddy did too, now they don't squab
Financially, we improvin'
2 months later, "son, we movin"
No more duckin' from shotgun shells
Bought
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
You're doing a real good job
In fact, you're wasting no time
You're doing a real good job
Breaking this heart of mine
Now, I've been told by all of your
aren't allowed that thought
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
That live in
It's a fookin' rotten job to be a Santa,
In a grotto in a big department store,
Telling lies to stinking children who are pissing on your tunic,
You
grew up livin' in the Hood
It was always bad, it was never good
I couldn't even hardly go outside
Where we heard gunshots, we had to hide
Not like we
it Aikido
The fam good, team good
That's all I need hoe, snow by the kilo
Red and white my vino
I'm in Costa Rica, yeah I'm swimmin' by the beach
that great?
It's real good, that
Real good
Listen to that, Mal
Oh look out! It's-
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver
at the moon, how she reflects us
I can see my thoughts so bright under the red lights
Can you feel this breeze behind my neck?
Step by step it leads me back
Look
rushing to get the job done he's gotta do it on a single night
He doesn't have a list to check to find who's good or bad
He keeps all his information
Painted red, so proud
Good kids read aloud
Don't act like your clouds
I am serious now
cre you blushing now?
Why you rushing now?
Is she blushing now?
a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by
thing is follow your passions ally it's not a truce what you need to follow instead is your skill set and you'll find this out by talking to your friends
magic jus call me wizard
Do a good job Might get an incentive
Smoke this gas thinking I'm getting dementia
Everybody round me getting loaded (get loaded)
happened one day
While I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on
When I heard the jockey raving about
A brand new smash
By a kid
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
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