Lyrics:
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Star Wars personified I'm living in paradise
Just look in my eyes
Tell me I'm not slime
I wanna believe it too
You could grow up to be
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
night
To go to Mexico
I swear we would have made it
If it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed
That Kansas line
[Chorus]
to Mexico
I swear we would have made it
If it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed
That Kansas line
[Chorus]
I was layin in
Everything was changing
Tryna have a milli
By the time I'm 30
The hurry is sort of
Hurtin my worries
A burnin curry of flurried
Of learning curves
have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're
and over here I
Have Mr malcolm Evans who
Through thick and thin
Would surely like to say a word
Of greeting at this festive occasion
Merry Christmas,
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
Paradise,
cnother Heart broken Para dise dise dise,
If you see me walk on by,
Cause you'll never have me again,
You Kissed away all the good nights,
That I
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
youngins do is rhyme like they inebriated
I'm hated but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready
The wave that you try to ride will fade out, it’s only natural
You’ll be masticated by your own clout
I overheard a voice speaking loud enough to vibrate
smoking' by the pint
Little shortie, see you at night
Crowd on there feet, while im on the stage
Why they come to me, when they see I made a change
Life is
ages
Niggas try me thought I was a punk have them scrambling like hut
Once I get a grip on this rap shit it's game over like shut off
Promise you won't
have to leave here, but you did
You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it
And for that, I'll always thank you
I be acting tough, but I miss
and ties
For me it's do or die
You do it to die
Lying in lies
Rental cars and label fines
I'm made of mine
Despite being broken inside
I'm hoping for
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
Claiming history never repeats its wrongs
But then I see our people turned into pawns
For a greater game of money and power
Where respect is earned by
'm just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
I know what a mans job is
Love & affection, protection
I Promise
Your custom fit
Made for me
Your vibe
And your energy
Smoking Bob Marley
Ya light up
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
a baby from me
We cool though, we tight
It's that Faith Evans right here
Biggie Smalls, yo Faith you ready? You ready?
Venue after venue, I been
socks at the pop of the tops
Never get cool like to call it Glock
Twisted minded like Bob Zealot
Roxanne
(Roxanne Roxanne)
You dont have to put
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