Lyrics:
We're so sick with the flow
Sing along like you caught a disease
Manifest in the lyrical
Don't sing, rip shows
We go beyond, man, it's hard
apologies
There is no honesty
You gon need a little more to outwit me
That's hollow scheme
So I'm out here in the street
With my fist in the air
That's pepper
have on booze
The air is cool and sickly
As the sun begins to set
It's low tide in Bog Harbor
And everyone's upset
road, I'd be home by evening
The harbor lights still cut across the bay
From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming
To the bikes outside
and make me feel like the air I breathe is giving up
When we start over
With nothing between the lines
When we both know that it's inferior
Every time, my
Your d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dirty air
I'm angry and confined
You need to bear in mind
My traction is unstabilised
By carbon oversensitised
On your tails I will
you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want
I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like
And the home of the brave
And still, we can see
As the years have gone by
There's a dream in our land
Like a flame that keeps burning
And the lantern
rolling
Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks
Just like the day the harbor pulled away
I think about your warm white sheets unfolding
The more I
JUST LIKE A SHIP I SET OUT TO SEA
WITH NO ONE TO GUIDE ALONG
DRIFTING ALONG WITHOUT DIRECTION
AS THE WAVES GREW FEARFUL AND STRONG
I WANTED
the soul so well
Just up the road at Beaulieu Sur Mer
We stroll by the harbor
And lounge on the square
Sipping Rose with Doreen and Pierre
On the square
drugs in a load like a bundle
My bitch got Chanel bags by the bundle (By the bundle)
Boy I bang 6 but got red on the bottom (60)
That Moet, that Moet I
a fuck
Put your hands in the air
Wave them like you give a fuck
The world is run by clowns
With trigger happy hands
But the world is run by
People that we
Make yo way to my house
We gone start on the couch
We gone pour up some liquor We gone air this shit out
Tell me about yo ex
What you like during sex
Gang
Huh
Otg la bitch
C3 in this bitch
Gang
C3 in this bitch
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck nigga dissing onna fucking net
Air it out
Pussy bitch yea we at yo
You don't like the narrative that you fucked up
But honey all this boiling water has to bubble up somewhere
Like a geyser in the air
You tell me I'm
of Jesus, get gone
I wear the armor so I stay calmer
I wear the armor it's my safe harbor
I wear the armor cause God the father's
Unstoppable like a B-52
Air, air
Air, a-air
Air, air
Air, a-air
I never let love in, I left it on the dresser
I never let love leave an impression
But like a fingerprint
of plenty overflows
Love is in here
Our good parents, side by side
Love is in here
Gave their talents to provide
Love is in here
Guidance, nurture still
beat is a beast
And my homies got that work, they Alicia'n them keys (WOO!)
Hands up in the air like we don't care
And that TrukFit shit is all we wear
off of drug talk
(Told you they don't make niggas like the Butcher no more man)
Yeah, uh
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug
rolling
Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks
Just like the day the harbor pulled away
I think about your warm white sheets unfolding
The more I
Wild like the shaolin style or manos harbor
King devine forced to shine
Head burst open like a bottle of pine
Use penmenship
When I write my script
Blunt
of threat he poses
Doses of overconfidence is
Like too much coke for noses
Motherfucker
Ones in the air for
Aaliyah
Put your ones in the air
For Aaliyah
Ones
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