Lyrics:
which to plant his little soul
And feed his family the coal
His dirty hands had found
He slaved until his hands did bleed
To satisfy the company's need
The World Needs a little freedom
We all need a little freedom
You bitter homie you could keep that
We all need a little peace back
A fallen world
would treat her
Every night I wanna feed her
Every night I would eat her
Pussy's like my dessert
I need that after work
And if she bitter I'll be sweeter
way since it begun
But I'll stay with you until the bitter end
Cause that the only hand that I can lend
The fate that she wore kept on knocking on her
(End with mil)
Start with a grand (Start up from a grand)
Level up my mind state (Level up) free the fam (Feed the fam)
I'ma do what I want (Do what I
and the fear
That tomorrow's the same
In a cage
Bitter Home Sweet Home
Bitter Home Sweet Home
They tell ya
Seize the day, it sounds too easy
Reaching out's
billions by getting people into debt
And now Universal is the only credit that they'll ever get
People are drowning when they used to be paddling
Suicides
surprised when I start to bleed
That's what you get when you bite the hand that feeds
Every time I cut your head off you grow two more
I'm not just something
focus, I can feed you
You need a real woman in your life (that's a good look)
Taking care, home and still fly (that's a good look)
I can help you
focus, I can feed you
You need a real woman in your life (that's a good look)
Taking care, home and still fly (that's a good look)
I can help you
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
feed into hype or liking myself to be such
I just rap about my life, to some people that's not enough
Fuck your preconceptions, I don't wanna live inside
like we are burning up
cll our words feed the flames
We let it bleed, it burns like hell
Oh why does it seem we've reached the bitter end some days?
won't heed the call to be crappy and deprived
Shallow feelings try to feed on me, hand me my prime
Won't allow it, plant the seed of being alright
I got
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
schools for this
Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill
You can loose your life today
From bad decisions you make
Stay 1000 keep your family straight
At the end of the day that's all that matters
Raise
They feed you some bullshit you throwin' up gang
You get dropped for that shit like a tummy ache
You ran yo mouth like Usain
You insane
Put the beef
time go
Into my mind and right back out
The hand at work
That feeds our thirst
What you feel is what you get
Created by bone skin teeth
We manifest our
I want to say:
It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt
Slim door,
Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you
end
Nothing more to say
Kill me if you care
You start to feed your perilous lust
Can't you feel the thrill?
Anything at all? No
All wired for
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
love
Broken hearts and broken banks
Pushed back and forth by you
Just to watch you spit out everything we feed you
Bottomless pit why don't you end?
We
can't be slack in (Slacking) today/s
Age, flashing same as cameras that be snapping away
Say cheese and keep a smile as he capture your face
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