Lyrics:
to vanish right in the coup i hang by my dolo i dont do no groups
She wanna come thru right to the back
Yeah she wanna blow me jus like a lil flute
And im
redemption
But all I got was hypertension
It was my fault
I thought
That what I sought went unanswered and left me empty
I was always on my best behaviour
Obama sounds like Osama to me.
Well my bedroom's watched by an Intafada,
Kids with bricks or strips in Gaza,
Point at me in my pajamas,
Laugh
the bullshit, we at war, I keep it ready
You ain't got to love me, just make sure that you respect me
Producer and the engineer, boy you cannot affect me
Lot
(Kings)
Bitch I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur
Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter
Got no love
known as O.C. to some of y'all
My peoples call me Mush or Mush
Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga
The love of her life to your wife
It's not enough this world is still rotten
With too many rotten people
Somebody has to do this
And when I first got that notebook
All those years ago
me who to be
I feel like King Arthur, getting betrayed by the ones close to me
Demons tearing at my soul, pulling me deep into this hole
You were
the first chance
To put things right
Moving on
Guided by the light
And the spirit of love
Is rising within me
Talking to you now
Telling you clearly
vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
people who might see me as a target
But I still pull up with homies I would pull up to the park with
I'm chill with Bobo
I'm chill with Arthur
I'm chill
the one to blame
Ay, I know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me
the best but they still love me for my truth
Know I’m sick and gettin iller like I’m in bed with the flu
It’s just by coincidence I’m sippin tea while jottin
never met Meek Yeah, you ain't found love until you met me, yeah
I need energy Let's talk about energy
I need energy hold of on the bill I need this life
an attitude but she ain’t really say shit
Stupid bitch got me dead, GTA wasted
I get the breeshy, she wanna get on her knees when see’s me
I get it easy, she
breadrin they return love they don't stress him
Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit
Back to Cor, got him
like I authored it
Balled fist like the Arthur get
Acid tabs in my esophagus
Make me spit hotter than ur coffee get
I can tell that I don’t like u
a hot box
In '96, in the swat, had a trap house
Every day cut school to sell crack rock
I got a pistol in my pocket and a bank roll
Anybody try me Imma
call
Skeletons in my closet, she's like Annie Adderall
Implicit bias to myself, no-one catch me when I fall
Explicit elevator pitch, anxiety cause it
She wanna get an attitude but she ain’t really say shit
Stupid bitch got me dead, GTA wasted
I get the breeshy, she wanna get on her knees when see’s me
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for
love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Hate was a pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery
It was
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