Lyrics:
bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good
Now I'm havin'
save you from blade (Keep head high, do not give up!)
Thinking you are major, but don’t be hasty my mate (F*ck them all - it’s your life!)
Don’t
Thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick
All aboard!
From the state where they think we
All mate with our cousins
With no indoor plumbing
Moose by
bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good
Now I'm havin'
think you're safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they're sharpening all their paper knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate
out the real life of living
Relaxing to be in the moment be at a state of being
Your such a good dancer I left that girl in the past that was the only
the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife,
peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin'
(Uh)
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck the rest of the state
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city
please leave me alone, Satan
(Cartel want me out of retirement) All the hustlers rejoice (rejoice)
Misunderstood females, I wanna hear your voice
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
to fly high, wanted to be like him
But now we're all in the
Worst state we've ever been
Oh dear stuck with a mission
Spread the pain to others
What
to start talking Turkey
Stop your shenanigans, models mad mannequins
Time to be a man again, the debt that you ran up in
Battering, ram 'em in, dam it what's
And Um what's good in your mind?
When all you think about is how you climb
Our reality declines and for love I sleep outside
What it is that you think is
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
opened up she's lookin' down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in
opened up she's lookin' down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in
Healin' it all
Healin' our feet
Healing our legs
Healing our bodies
All over
Healing our head
Healing our neck
Healing our chest
Healing our mind
Healing
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me
your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all
Causing 3rd degrees
Y'all ain't ready for the pain
Switch in forecast
Cause weather
Im here to make it scorch
You can tell by the name
What else should I do
peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin'
crowd
Or if I steal your clout
And my boys got something in his pouch
A grinder filled to the brim with loud
I usually buy by the 8th, but my boy there
is good
That's the bird that fucked the game up
Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up
Got my aim up, favorite bling with
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