Lyrics:
we've adapted
Mix it up mix it up
Rap as a form I admit is hard to love
Let's find the lowest common denominator and rise above
Im not saying I'm above
Lord", I'm pleading, and begging
Ain't ready for heaven, hey, where are my parents?
And all seven siblings? I need all their presence
Heart speeding, I'm
Falling down like I'm an angel from the heavens
Been training for this moment this is seven
Minutes till confrontation
This the ballad
The ballad
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
to free a spot in heaven, lord
Hickory dickory dock
All of you fake people get off my cock
Yeah I'm surrounded by female dogs
With pH level more than seven
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Def]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
keep it to myself
Rather put the work in than ever ask for help
And I'm praying that I really know me well
Should I dedicate to heaven or accept the hell
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
than hugs, never tell me night is over
Mix the henny with the cola, pour the cola
Power nose with the yola, pass the yola
In the club but I'm sober,
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
do know i'm not fine
It's me, myself and god
Do let's run it one more time
Make sure my family's fine
Make sure this stays in lines
Make sure their
Coming real hard like I'm cheffing on the stove
Self driven baby had to grab the wheel I drove
Tip toing in the mix sticking with the folks
I could
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
Driving down the interstate
Been like dead for 7 days
I could use a pill right now
Stuck outside of heaven's gate
Maybe I should run away
But, I
would
That would be oh so good
So why am I stuck
Why am I stuck
Why am I stuck in the gateway between Heaven and Hell
Why am I stuck at the Gate, always
night
Just let the stars go by
Our wishes in the air
Angels in their glory
Smiling faces everywhere
Moving in a hurry
Christmas mood surrounds us
People
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
through the mind
I’m entering the void, devoid of earthly tethers
Voodoo in my jazz, the jazz a love song
Played on the train, while bumping that Coltrane
Mac, like it's Apple, lil' bitch, I'ma bite
We can both act stupid, you know that I'm right
Mix a Sprite with a wock, turn it into a night
Pop a bean
like heaven
Livin' in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
To gas station
Get some shades
Three a.m.
Wear my sunglasses at night
While im sniffing yay
Mix it with crys
Now twitching
Like I've been hit with a big
wear
$3000 shirts for real here
And in Stockholm people will
Be like ‘oh dude, it’s a $3000 shirt’
I’m assuming I’m probably wearing a
$2000 shirt but I
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