Lyrics:
Get your eyes off the screen
Look up to the cosmos, ain't it heavenly?
I don't need a bible, already feeling holy
I ain't tryna' pray to connect with
It`s strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin` my waist
A fake couldn`t relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for
and people don't recognise it... and I think that that's pretty god damn sad, that they don't recognise their own country as a third world, third rate, third
in (Aye)
Seem like everybody living on the edge (Edge) and they hug it (Hug)
Try to give 'em life advice (Life), They just nod and they shruggin' (Ugh)
just fell in a lake
Love and ex-girl the only thing that I hate
Blinded by my thoughts nigga
Deaf to what you niggas see
Girl come let me wife you up
premiered in 2015 and will
Be releasing it's third and final
Film on August 2, 2019 but Mal
Isn’t your stereotypical Disney
Character despite
Her mother’s
not your friend
Don't be fooled by appearance it's not happening
I'm gambling, dangling, hanging on by a thread
Life is too short, live it up while you
it's my favorite
You and me against the world, the odds in our favor
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake (oh-oh)
I'm up above
Imma give it tho, that's what I'm thinking of
Wrap my arms around the world cause it need a hug
And that's true shit, I'm in some new shit
reckless / now mix it in with the Cali livin and digest it/ now hug the vegas blocks for months and get a new perspective/ I become the rhyme with
It's been a long time since I been up in your room
Such fun memories of makin' love to you
I see you got a new bed, you wanna break it in soon
and street fights
Ambulance sirens holler in the late night
It's murder, Compton nigga it don't stop
Fuck the world, Dre'll blow it up
If you down throw it up
I'm prolific
Got a man with a fine ass from Brunswick
Begging for my third leg
Trying not to bust quick
Take it up North
Next one from Toledo
Let me
rockin' it
Showin' she lonely only to end
Up alone and clockin' it
(Party, party, party, party
Party) And she ain't stoppin' it
Next morning, time for work,
all love on this corner (it's all love on this corner)
So love your family
(If you love your nigga, hug your nigga, if that's your sister, hug her
blow up in the world
I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
Cause now
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
shit)
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
was
Like third world you know?
Like, if you ask someone from here like
Where is the third world
They might say "Oh yah man, I know I know
It's the disco
all hungry
Ball done struggle for so many years
And I love her for it
Made me to the man that I am
And I hug her for it
Even though these streets are
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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