Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
day and never leaves home.
D is for Dog. My dearest friend, my loving pal, he is always by my side.
E is for Elephant. A big-eared and awesome giant,
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Good bad and the ugly
Hood grad will still study
Stood sad in a sudsy froth from rain up above me
But when hounded by stressing, find me counting my
secret from the world
Love wouldn't put you second to another girl
This ain't no love letter
Nah. This ain't no love letter
So when you find it, find
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
tell
t e x t m e
killa before the H like the 8th letter G
google me cause the stock is on the rise but affordable
..my girls apple bottoms large but it’s
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
you home!
Fill, fill my sack with corn! he said
We die from lack of food!
And from that single sack he fed
a hungry multitude.
Three daughters
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
Please Mister Postman
(Mister Postman, look and see) Oh yeah
(Is there a letter in your bag for me?)
Please
the friction from my scripting can set flames
To the dripping can't contain it
The ink is gasoline and so I blaze it
This is just a gift for dedication prayer
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
when I get that
I ain't tryna keep you
Can't keep up a conversation
Can't nobody reach you
Why your eyes well up?
Did you call me from a seance?
what it is, yeah
She the same pussy when I was runnin' from the feds
Home pussy, I'm here to protect
And I'll never forget, I can always get it wet
I
good figures
From ganglands, where opps get pushed in wood chippers
Hold court in the streets, laws different from congress
Endorsed by another source
of violent piranhas
You find another guy with my description
My prerogative is simply to
Annihilate you simply
I got fired from my job, but I gets busy
And I
and swearing I crawled from the manger
The highway appeared to take me from danger
Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
Oh I wish you could.
frantically jerks on the pavement
Blood soaked running home to the sound of ravens
High off of homicide, feeling my heart racing
Inspired by Michael Myers,
you're not even mine
At all
Another letter lost in the mailbox
Another picture of me and you
Your mom will hide this from you
Your mom keeps telling you
numbers in your jeans
You're talking in your sleep
Faded letters written by me
Get o-u-t
No more sitting at home alone
While you're out with
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
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