Lyrics:
the Lion of Judah
You're the Risen Lamb
You're the Second Adam
Here to lead us on
You are Yahweh's glory
Now revealed in flesh and bone
You are Ocean-Parter
can I have another Coke
Here comes the hot dog man
Look at that, his bat just broke
Gee, that's got to kill his hand
Riding home on the Green Line
Yeah
Ya know I was always taught
Sticks and stones a break your bones but words will never hurt you
It won't till I get up and lived a little longer
of life, this is no kind of life
(I've got to get out)
It's no kind of life, this is no kind of life
(You can't blame me)
Can't be real no more, your
em'
I can't get you outta (my my) I feel that you might
I got a lot of problems (yeah yeah) you don't want em'
I can't get you outta my (my my) mind
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Scooping on the skinz
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
when I prowl 'cross a stage
And by real I mean I'm standing right here in your face
Down to Third Earth chyck in the place
Give you my all go
out
Suicide ain't an option to work around
Where's your dad at now? Is he at the house
Does he know you're here? Is he alone right now
Could we get
venom, get em' in my zone
Make it known that my lake got reptiles in em'
When I strike it's lightnin' fast
A lot of y'all ain't ready for O.C., y'all
you out your bones and left your flesh hung ?
Son of the lunatic was born to pop and bring a ruckus
Lit like a flare that glare and busted out the red
Admit that life's a bitch
Hard work, just to fail is some shit I won't condone
Out here on a mission I've been out here all alone
It ain't safe outside, I
order probably out to get me I'm out for DEAD PRESIDENTS to represent ME
HOOK
I ain't come here to play with these niggas I got nothing to say to these
local, dishing it out more time
Tell them I'm on the M, dodgin ANPR
Streets too cold need more than a scarf
But I'm still out here tryna get it in large
mask on
Free Lil Meechy, baby, that dog food out here for cheap
What you gon' do, eat or starve? For Nawfside to livin' large
Why the fuck do I got
going didd-own
Now he got 'em all excited
They recitin' what I spit out
Stone-cold hustler, I'mma get mines nidd-ow
While y'all niggas sit out, doin' what
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit
bitch rich
Get what you get and watch me
It ain't shade if it's real though, uh
It's only bullshit if it's coming out yo ass
I don't fuck wit a broke hoe
getting hurt
You be the one that's crying
When you see me keep walking
Just keep moving by just keep moving
These women turned me to savage Here's my
the streets whip cost three thirty five
Malcolm X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we
Donald got shot and did a year, wasn't no Merry Christmas
Popped out, I got so depressed, fell off with all my bitches
Shit get hectic, niggas
paper skating
I like it even mo when niggas out here paper hating
I go get it, yeah i go get it
Polo to the floor, those astro fitted
Full speed ahead
Rewind - Lyrics by Dee Freer
Where did the passion go
I'm feeling so alone no no
cnd you're here I know
This feeling won't let go no no
I'm not
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