Lyrics:
smoke rings two by two!
The land in silence stands...
Swan lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness,
Loosened the rope in the creek is entwined.
as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast asleep;
Bring me some sanity bring me my juice no ocean spray with the mix but it's cool Bring in them pills I need them by the 2's don't hit me up I ain't
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
will, among good and evil)
In this fuckin' mess?
(Wild will, wild will)
Make your own escape
(Wild will, it's the fallen's anthem)
Scarcely featherless
ones, wild ones
Ooh
Girl your a wild one, ride you in
Saddle you up and lets begin
And I am a wild one, tame me now
Running with wolves
And I'm
my Energy in music
To focus on my craft and one day I'll Push cool whips
I got my drink in my cup blunt rolled up
Trying to make it Through this thing
your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
This goes
And I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out
old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
Sometimes her whisper fades in low
my fire just because
I'm living in the city of the land of the lost
Where everyday n.i.g.g.a.s get knocked off
Where wild ass jits bout to pop off
yourself in a building
Up in flames being told to stand still
The window's wide open
This is leap is on faith
You don't know who will catch you
Maybe
some of the strength it had before
The families of your men can't be ignored
This land of green becoming so obscene
A chance to have a history to tell
more distractions
I just need this actress
Let me work my magic
2AM have her blasted
She ain't never want to go back since
Thats passion
She speaking in
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
on the casket, we ain't romantic (yeah, yeah)
But this a message to you, please stay out my business
I just went and seen the jeweler, had more VVS (bust)
on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry land
Now with the high
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
The belief that a land will rise
And of glory be our dome
And hand of God will lead us home
All aboard kissed by the iron fist
We are sainted by
Hey, who I'm is?
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
Who I'm is?
Call me trouble man, always in
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
Watching it all slide
And being with my mother
By the oceanside
In the wild outside
Wild outside
Wild outside
Oooh
In the wild outside
Wild outside
Wild
On this land where we belong
Surrounded by the northern lights
On this land where we belong
Beneath a starlit nights
On this land where we belong
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin'
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