Lyrics:
you
All that you need to know
Kiss my flag
Don't look back
The past is gaining on us
Read my lips
Watch my hips
These are the Dark Ages
George
to survive through
First day! Wow, I'm excited!
Numbers is what I take pride in
I can do times and dividing
Best in class of 1990!
My IQ's the highest, likely
Say what (yea) now ease back
To the rear, you hear
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Really stupid, we gonna loop this
? scoop it, is that we rock
and even when you do
You still could get fucked
That's just what it is, but you knew that
Now you thinking when your mom said
"Don't do that"
You sittin' in
man
In my opinion only hope that we kinda
Have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I
everyday is a different day
I bet it feel good, don't it?
I bet it feel good, don't it?
(Man, smoke something)
I bet it feel good, don't it?
I bet it
up
If you ain't never sold what I sold
With a mouth full of gold and girbauds
You don't know me hold up
If you don't know the dragon sea TCF or KP
Something to dance to
You know what I'm saying
Push up on one of those cute hotties
Yo, this is what we are going to do
I'm going to take this track
that guy, elliott smith
Who wrote that song for good will hunting
A cool movie from the 1990's
Nobody knows that I won a grammy
I'm just a suicidal
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember
When the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters
When the boys
ain't friends
What you staring at I know you feel my presence
Brown boy never affiliate with pheasants
But you've been known for burning crosses
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind
That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell"
Oo, yeah
Oo, let's celebrate
Oo, Then celebrate
I've waited for so long
To finally find my song
I know that now's my time
Today is my day, yeah
I
big mood board
Praying to the the good good lord
That we live long
Don't want to get cut short
cnd feel it
I think you know what I mean
That Feeling
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Here I come steppin'
Tha murder weapon
make of a young man working faithfully
Real is something that these niggas can't take from me
Call it what you want, but I know what it is
But you
so it's a start
Now hero's back, are you ready to dance?
You know what we need is not boom-and-bust
Just to find our wicked soul
(So) long long
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
condition
Surgeon's callin, consult a physician
Get a prescription, go to the pharmacy
That's what happens when you don't want harmony
I'm not violent, I stay
looking for
"I don't know what there is
To really talk about
" she says "I'm being serious i just see
The video as being a normal video"
We are winding
Haynes
Family reunions spent with cousins that barely know now
Because divorce had more Smiths around I could profile
My dad remarried moving to Florida,
on the kid
I'm sprung got wings, I'm off the shit
Lost in this, I don't know what's going on
Reality strong, it hit me like gas in my lungs
I'm gone off
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