Lyrics:
below, below
And the landlubbers lie down below
Up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine brave man was he
He said, ""That fishy mermaid has
getting richer
Listen up, man you better see the bigger picture
I know everything that glitters ain't gold
But best believe I'll be the same 'til I'm old
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Worthy is the Lamb, Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Hey... whoa whoa
Holy is the Lord, bless His Name
Whoa whoa
My heart He is worthy of
My time He
my eyes to the passing scene
Old and young and in between
Driven along by the pounding beat
All hurrying by
Down this street
Sorry old man
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
you processing this?
It's gotta be harder for you than it is for me
You got a 13-year-old kid"
But Kevin's on New York time
And it's 6:30 AM, and so
Undermine... They are blessed to die."
Eminent sacrifice
Shadows of old now personify
Reanimation of deities enslaved by dimensional rust
Invoked through
grave!
Now I shall be the sixth man
Who offers you a ring
But this time it's not for love
Just for the bling i know your hand is full
So I guess you gotta
me I need a girl
To teach me how to be a man
But he won't ever understand that
I've already tried this before
She got on her knees
And said she’s never
Watching the soap opera on the TV
Your old man's working
And your kids are out playing
And you ain't feeling too free
You keep thinking back
Thinking
Watching the soap opera on the TV
Your old man's working
And your kids are out playing
And you ain't feeling too free
You keep thinking back
Thinking
of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down
Well there was no time fooling with
chill, just chill, just chill)
Now he's a hospital patient
After school time, bucked nuttin' but paigon
Gyal said, "Can we go on vacation?"
Lookin'
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
Life was full of bliss, I was never losing track of my mind
Man can we take it back, so I can find
So I can find the time that I wasted
It should be
the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that
could'nt ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
We remove bullets
and the Santa Fe.
See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Folks around these parts set the time of day
stronger
No longer restricted by shackles and collars
They breed us to think we can't end up as scholars
And at the same time kick them rhymes for some
I'm beating it up like I'm Tyson
She sucking me clean like a Dyson
I'm going back to my old ways
Fuck it, I think that they like it
Rolling up all
Old Tom
Old Tom watched the river flow
Staring at the pool below
A ragged, scarecrow silhouette
The kind of man you'd not forget
Every inch
the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
Maybe I'm ahead of my time
Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states
Surrounded by the Great Lakes
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