Lyrics:
your children, it's a crisis
Cover their eyes like the three blind mice's
Virtue's canceled, prime time for vices
Even nice giants have signed up for
the killing
Do people have to die, to show say we are serious yie
Niama s3y, niama p)t)
Buh who do we tell?
Cos people way Dem swear, say they go protect us yie
or three or four behind
You just might catch a glimpse of the
Ghost that's keeping me alive
Some might call it crazy but to
Me this feels amazing, if you
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
when the face ice cold
Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
Then your body set through your
touched by an angel Kisses from the queen, the grounds on the beam
Double my dose, I just pop three Final fantasy, pieces of me
I stay gnarly, pure energy
to blind its owner
That's why I rhyme with I's cus I'm a loaner
But when it comes to eyes guess I'm a donor
I got a blue eyed momma brown skinned pops
Got
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
Earth, stream, and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after
"Welcome to Star Box"
"Yeah, shawty, I'm tryna get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes
I-I-I need a real good box"
"Oh, okay"
"A real good
keep my hands lifted high
Thankin' God 'cause he moved me out when I was paralyzed
I was blind, could not see, got a brand new pair for eyes
I'm from
soother your ailing mind
We will give you more, more than you can find
What we got here is a fight to the death, no mediocrity
Three blind mice
long
Three little birds in my window they gon' leave me
Three blind mice, yeah I know that they all need me
Take my advice, you gon' end up on that T.V.
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
with the K
K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay
Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
One color, two
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh
I kinda feel like time is passing us by
But it's killing me to leave you 'lone
Cry all day long
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
on the line and imma do the same
Imma show you by action cause its about proof
That's what I do, yea, ill let you choooose
You ridin with me or ill see you in
man's test is the same man's hindsight
One damn check makes a motherfucker shine twice
One plan left 'till I'm next so I grind like;
3 blind mice tryna
nice, messin' with the 3 blind mice
Think it over, think it twice, spit it out, some advice
All you others overpriced, the professor dim the lights
Lady,
summa
Going head up with me
Bring a motherfucking helmet
You niggas just special ed
All I see is green but my eyes so red
And all I do is win
Got a room
then I went out like Tony
Said he needed them at three, tell him, "Pull up by Coney" (place your order)
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
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