Lyrics:
we all know how to smile when we're falling apart
You choose the colours now
Let's play with the rest
I never believe at all
But some of us
and still they're bidding for me. They call this the land of the free? I've seen a different story, pay a figure, buck break a bigger get him to build it for
we're the damn finest rare talents when it comes to blast furnace
You don't believe we'll leave you astonished
Nigga acknowledge or better yet man you can
the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we
two-seat six-inch heels by Gucci
When a player land, ma, scoop me
No luggage, I shopped in
California sun on my skin
As the rocks blind traffic that I'm in
So disc jockey, play the beat
The one by ther-Z-A
For that chap Method Manbring the
Pain I believe it was
This week, we offered our condolences
cs she lives and breathes those two will always be pod n' pea
You can tell by the way ee looks at ‘er through his mince pies ‘ow much ee luvs his
way mi come from anno happy endings
Loyalty rare inna man
It's a dying breed
Wah concur the land but sometimes scared fi dweet
When me reach to the top
Singing to the radio
Stare out the window waiting for a sign
There's one up ahead
Marks Arizona state line
What's unspoken
All this land we're on was
I've let go of a lot of shit, but there's certain things I'll never forgive
If it was up when we last spoke best believe that it still is
Streets
bend a knee
I might touch it in the spot
If that's her fantasy
I ten command them wicked
She like it B I G
Jah bless who liveth
Who live it rite by me
Do you believe every word, from my lying lips?
I'll promise you heaven, from an apocalypse
It's because of the skin, you're living in
That makes you
a glance
By the cashpoint tramps with the drunken dance
And we'd like to help, but I'm trying to get rich
And I'm going for self and yeah life's a bitch
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
champion, better believe
Maybe the haters gonna make fun of you
All you can solve's the problem in front of you
High school's a four year social curse
But
was you.
This sparkling crystal world,
this magic winter land,
If I could share it all
with you,
and make-believe forever after
Like a blanket over
Testosterone driven boy
Grabs a gun and forsakes his toys
Cause war heroes what we need
Sketching dead by week
So here he stands
He's Not
there's no afterlife,
Not this time.
But there's no smoke without the fire.
No conviction, no land without divide.
No cure for the corrupted, no
your soul.
There's no reason not to believe in yourself.
So long ago, I think it's so far way,
So many dreams gone by, but still on my way
In
witches are wicked
And truth means killing the witness
But the believers are victims
Until our eyes just see
What they want to make you believe
There is no
On Grant Street
Ain't got much money
And he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people
Passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes
That he
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