Lyrics:
I'm steady chilling with that Jim Henson voodoo
I love these puppets more than my own mother
I'm getting sleepy, brain is getting smothered
I watch one
Georgia's Jim Crow carceral regime
Produced women every day
And all of the women were white
Black women were subjects
Of “the lowest order
With they blue and red patrol
Ah, these li'l motherfuckers
We coming for they throne
Like a hoe, bruv
I ain't got no shame, bruv
Bitches talk a lot
And I
Jim Crow documents holding us
Captive with his pen massive Incarceration lynching our natives
By legislative branches stopping
Our circulation from
Lucille in the barbed wire
CUT necklace and a car tyre
And it’s on fire
My tirade worldwide
It’s Bennetts Hill Blues
It’s co-dependence
With the menace in
believe me that’s it
Fuck with Zeke you know you get slapped
Bitch i’m downtown, Gucci or Sack Fifth
Tricked on and licked on and
Yes by a bad bitch
out
Aye
Get to the money
Get them blue faces them hunnids
3k bring it in by the dozen
You niggas is dummies you switched on the bro for the money
Luh
feeling great
Oh yeah by the way I can't feel my face
Uh like Santana Lil Wayne off the fossil drank
Double the *Ching* and the problems what the fuck you
a different way
Lately I really need you by my side ye
Living fast highway everything go sideways
I'm yo thug lock me up with your love
I cant have enough
In
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
it up, windows fogging up
We were living it up, up, up in that American love
I parked the Chevy by the levy on a Friday night
We were naming all
song?
Well?
There the author got it wrong.
Survive did I - I did not drown.
I lived on Turtle Isle.
I jumped the Caroline
For she'd been had by Neptune.
money
But don't make me mad
Cause there's nobody meaner than (me)
I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim
I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him
we're living in"
"I can't help my job, Jim, the bank told me that its theirs·
He shouted "Fuck the bank" and the barrels turned to flares
Born to lead
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
a good thing you hold onto it
Loud tunes, proud tunes keep us all booming
Sky views but the moon not blue
Thank God every time I choose
To be blessed, by
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
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