Lyrics:
to your mini van
I got chips on my shoulder
You couldn't get to me if you pulled over close to the median
So statistically I am not close to average by any
maybe I'll go fishing
Did you say baby, that's delicious?
Well, I could fix you up another bowl
He said I don't mind if I do
And it took him back some
and Democrats, the legal gangs
Give the Glory to the evil and the good will hang
But I don't really need to worry everything's a boomerang
Can you carry me
Where to go we got to know like Harry Flanagan
I lecture funeral children of a grave behind a wall I sleep
Be afraid kill 'em to be safe
I don't need
you a hoer but you a fucking shit
One you get these niggaz money you don't need the for shit
But they ballers though, they reinvest in your wish
Best of luck to all my long lost friends and every child in this cold world when it starts caving
Don’t forget that you’re more than a man
No
till I am living again
Psycho doctor sing my song this world and I don't get along
Angel why can't you walk a straight line
Angel why can't you walk
like one of them call boxes
I know l'm very ill but that don't mean I need no doctors
Blowing up the spot like Steven Seagal
Another like me is
the Middle East dropping bombs
Fighting over oil so they blame the Quran
Which country has a population with no voice
When you outspoken they Doctor-King you,
not kidding now
Picked every lock that we saw by rigging it to explode
The heating bill's through the roof inside a house with no doors
Thanks
Folks Illuminati, so despite the floss
Wasn't none of her shit stitched
By no Betsy Ross born date on 4th of July
And by the 5th
She had the whole world
Please
I'm not giving up on you - no need to give up on me
And let's not try to keep score - support the progress we see
In each other. Being individuals,
You're so cold
Trapped inside
Your private hell a slave to need
I don't know
What it's like
To be most likely to succeed
Only your boyfriend
by 2
All my homies lit
Wooh
Model type hunnies
Ain't No cuffing here
Only ride with duva's
Turn up til the morning
Getting Geeked up
Shots in
Hook
The Summer was made for Love...
Verse 1
Primitive ways, defendants of cases
No matter how racist, they can't erase us
Nothing better than
Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way
I don't really trust what a doctor say
Take the herb, no Aciclovir
God gave us Everything we need to heal
Take the Lysine and black seed not the pill
somebody's someone
Everyone was someone's everything
Know the day by the number of sirens
This is life, got a hundred thousand and rising
Don't need no
need all mine
Give me room give me space
I speak the truth like sigel
Watch it all fade
U kan smell the season
In the air
I be lethal
Dont let
of the world, let's unite
Let's drop our covers in the cracks in which we hide
Preachers, lonely men, don't make amends
No need to cloak your deeds with heaven
well
He had it coming but why does no one care
Louis Walsh can grab a woman
By the bum on telly?
Like it's something socially acceptable
I hope I never
gettin' by, that's the motion of Chi
Free and pain are identical, intervals of an inner-school
Lyrical what the spirit do, miracles when I interview
Heck I was never told
That the salvation of your soul
Lies at the end of someones butthole
Indoctrination by poking bungs
In doctor nation, there is no
he smoking cause he lost his momma to the gang
A drive by later she laying on the pavement dead
He need to get high get these thoughts out his head
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