Lyrics:
with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends
Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I
eighteen holes I had to work up
Work I had to work off
Going back home and a drink gon’ help me out
So I gotta get the come out
Yo, where’s it coming? Cummy
to the Apollo
Freeport LI to LA
Throw a Frito Lay off the dock to the bay
You wanna know why a kid goes to school
And in his book bag he carries a tool?
Because
of a fool Who decides to give him his vote, when it's cold, who's gonna buy you a coat?
Like some monk on a mountain finds the meaning of life, so he runs
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
they turn his brain and his soul to stone
He drew his face on a tablet and carried it back home
Jesus off in the water, standing on His feet
Yeah,
Germany bro this nigga works full time as well doing his Shit bro but this nigga whenever he finishes work the first thing he do is just like go back Home
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
got faucets, aye
I'm abundant by these millions I'm surrounding, aye
I'm for sure that all dis music gonna get me paid
I've been building all my doin,
top pedigree
Would block out everything wouldn't stop for anything
He’d go into the zone his 2cnd home was the ring
Ding ding
Did his thing soon
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
want to see
Bring the kid and carry me
Rig it with the closeness
Hang my bones.
Submitted by Rene
GOING BLIND:
And I know how it's to be
different blowns
And I think that his parents divorced
So he ain't gonna make it to two different homes
Too many niggas hitting my line
You know I gotta go
to carry me home.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory,
I'm gonna tell
from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two
obsessed
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing
Let me tell you a story.
It's called tough love.
Once upon a time there was a girl called Sonita.
Dreaded goin' home after school 'cause her dad
my enemy or the sheriff got me
They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him
They worry him to death, but he's no vegetarian
The beef is
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want
No weapon formed against me shall prosper; He's in the front
Yes, my God surely always goes before me
Wait
I feel my nigga he here with me now
We gon go wild
This how it sound
This how it feel when you not in the crowd
This is beyond anything youd imagine
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
the 'FFf' in my fuck you
Carries significance
God damn, there he goes again
What - with fucking this oh and fucking that
He's a disrespectful fucking prick
Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground
Let me hear that fiddle, from Mr. Michael
Holdin down the demons we brought round
He brought his sunshine he
on me on the weekend
On the weekend
What he say
What he say
We both got to speaking
Sometimes I wonder who out here really giving confession
Or if he go
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