Lyrics:
gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
This is our world, land of the gangsta macks
Controlled by the blue and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice
with it
Your living for the lotto never hit it
Too Democratic
Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget
We dip in the sauce
Like mop and bucket
Blue collar
Black Head against the sky
Between the rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your
with a no reply
Those damned blue eyes
Like the way you do it without letting shit slide
I know you've been through it
That's why I'm coming to you
Cause
Blue sky upon the horizon,
Private eye is on my trail,
And if I don't be there by morning
You know that I must have spent the night in jail.
tickets to watch the angels now
So it's just what I'm gonna do"
He said, "But you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs
So it's me who feels sorry
a ride, slim jims the door
Now he's runnin' red lights and beatin' stop signs
Cops are on his ass and he's runnin' out of time
So he hits the chop shop,
block what's wrong
Do what's right, Do what's right
I lift my eyes up to Ra bih, on the rise living up on some fly shit
Blue dream got me flying on a high
A small bobbin blue sits with headphones over each ear in a plush purple bean chair. Her eyes rest shut as she sways her head back and forth,
Flexing material possession for recognition
Social constructs you been defined by the system
We Breed defiant Rythm every triumph for the children
nervous
You're living out your dream
Break the surface
Don't gotta make it clean
True blue, do you
Wanna make a mess of me
High rise, bright sky
The punk
cause it's fine with me
By the way
I'm the one to be
Heard you fucking with these lames come and fuck with me
Doing good being young living wild and free
I've been living lately just because of you
People on the sidewalks of the city pass me by
They don't know how high we fly
Now I know I've found,
with mine
And we'll sing of the hurt and the pain and the joy of living
Farewell to you, my chicks, soon you must fly alone
Flesh of my flesh, my
You hang around for a living
Somewhere between all the land and the sky
Being by never forgiving
Nobody knows you and neither do I
Birds may
And I changed my mind
Started out rough
But I turned out fine
Living life by my design
Too bright can't stop the shine
It's alright when the stars align
I
been my story of paranoid woe
I wish I had a happy ending for yah here but I don't
I just lay awake at night and I try to learn to cope
With living
a leash
All my niggas falling by the several
Calling on a angel at the
Pearly gate saying hello
Living with my head down hands up
No no don't shoot don't
Guille comes, and his sweetest soul drinks at the crystal brook. He is virgin then. But soon he must be matched with ole Jim. His great heart, his warmth
living ice-cold like the heroes
Back in the days, yeah they called me a hero
Meditating a normie with the pillow
Meditating all day, dreaming
I'm living my life right
God puts me on silence (On silence)
No faith walking by sight (Uh huh)
Cuz I'm acting on violence
I've backslide on some other
what it took
You living ya life by a book
Mmmm, mmmm it's been too long
Still I stand strong
North side drive, all them hoes they creep in Grandma home
need a better play
(Yea) and I ain't riding with no fucking bitches
Snakes in the grass I'm surrounded by these fucking snitches
(Yea) and we be riding
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