Lyrics:
Thought police
They will put you under
The thought police
They will take you in
The thought police
They will clean your mind out
The thought police
(This has been another record)
From the hood, she'll squabble (Fight) (Brought to you in part by)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from
Izzy Club Going Crazy
Empty Spade Bottles Like A Parade
Wanted By The Police But They Gonna Have To Catch Me
Better Call For Backup Cause I Aint Going
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go keeping myself in
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
all your madibas & em
Getting robbed by a bunch of kids
That's the world that we live in
Asking God when I'm leaving
I'm tired of crying a tissue
Tired
to the police, while investigations are on going
The force will not relent in its duty of safe guarding lives and property
Of the people of Lagos by nipping in
a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon!
I danced all night with a bottle in my hand!
Bottle in my hand, bottle in my hand
I
time
Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, hells men
Two
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked
a snitch
Motherfuck the police
Herbs from Addis
Which side you live
G bag for a G
Pre-rolls for you B
Ten racks in a week
Watch out for a snitch
Motherfuck
Pig in a blanket, fuck was you thinkin'?
Free that nigga Boosie, runnin' at the police
Left him with a slow leak, right outside VC
Tryna keep
love
I could be the one that you dream of
Message in a bottle is all I can do
Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you
You could be the one that I keep,
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself
Like, get a hold of yourself, gotta get over myself
Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
I wrote
doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog
And livin' in
fell
I wanna cup your ears from my lies
Wanna bottle your fears 'cos it'sss
(Yuh)
Slam it drive (slam it in drive)
Speeding through traffic and closin'
my message
The message, oh those messages
I'd give anything back just to be with you
By now you should have gotten my message
Did it get to you, get
bitch by me
Eye candy face beat
Thick thighs on my seat
I cried when I heard
I'm the one that they seek
A loony, a skits
And they called the police
Cause
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
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