Lyrics:
into space
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Slid in the function by my lonesome
your number
So, Go go go go
Follow me to colour
Darling take my hand if you wanna feel like summer
Calling out your name, give me all that you can put up
yaa.. Yellow!! colour
It definitely had blue!
Mmm.. Mmmm... It also had green
which is my favourite colour
What color is this?
It???s Indigo, Billy.
Rose!
Bad bitch I met her by Joseph's
Said she wanna smoke that Mary
Bring a friend
I let them like Moses
See my eyes red
Tell that I'm floating
Nowhere
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
'Cause L7 squares always making my shit list
Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming
on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes to elevate your mind
It's a clear
go back to the hotel room
We can spend some alone time
Oh baby take your own time
We got all night
Pour some of the tropics
Your my sweetest topic
To make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pump
Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps
Size havin nothin to do with this matter
My name is like
the one-two gauge, Baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my M's go
I push the infinite and carry it
My
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had
and don't cry
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red
My eyes red cause
(I, I, I,
off your plate
While you sleep I'm awake
Movin' weight by the crates
By any means, think I'm playin
Nigga look in my bank
My account says five bucks
only just learning to draw inside the lines but I think I’m colour blind
Every crayon comes out red red red nose bleeds instead of dreams in my bed
Your
and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves.
[Verse 3 - D-Loc]
I make my own moves so I set my own pace,
I got my own rules
Ay, After Dark, Bitch!
Red and black, be the colour of my clothes
I'm no blood, but I make the blood spill from the souls
Catch me lackin', kick my
they rolled right by it
Wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette
They was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up
niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by
and Redbull
I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full
Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they own business
Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes
and Redbull
I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full
Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they own business
Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes
started by the school, not far from the Apollo
My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
Gotta
through the struggle day by day[00:57.00]
In a place I call home but how long
Can I stay before my home
Gets consumed by the Price of.Paradise
Forced
The Skin Of An Intoxicated Elephant.
O Guardian Of All Beings, My Mind Gets Carried Away By Your Divine Tandava.
5.
सुरेंद्र ब्रह्म विष्णु सूर्य चंद्र अग्नि
like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive
And prone to hit anything on any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, I'm
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