Lyrics:
to the almighty sun
Circumnavigated by globes
He was the one
Known to be the center
The chambers of his heart were made for no man or woman to enter
Made
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
the things no one would see?
There’s only one answer and I have the key
And I’m holding it close ‘cause the kid in the story is me.
five, forty six, forty seven
Forty eight, forty nine,
forty nine, point one, forty nine, point two, forty nine, point three
Forty nine, point four,
forty
you
Burning it down with you it's not your average 9 to 5 but I'll get by this is real life
You hold my hand and I'll hold the knife
Maybe it's wrong
I ain’t ya typical
Killin' these fools is ritualistic
Gifted and spiritual
Though it’s seemin' as if you too lyrical, they ain’t feelin' you
Watch us
'm supposed to do
Write songs and move on to some better things
So if you call, then just know imma let it ring
I got six, seven, eight, nine, ten Missed Calls
I'm walking that 8 mile/ I don't fuck with no fake niggas I stay blowing that purple/ welcome to the transformation chamber/ call me Steven Q Urkel
of the mask made of aluminum
And I'm rocking like Baldwin on the gates of Jerusalem
We're in a container
And like a jammed pipe of a nine
It's two of us here
and 2 and the 9/11
Moral of the story is survival of the fittest
Scramble of resources, it had to be a business
In the grand scheme of things, it's about
may know why, still I will get by
Oh, there was so many things
That we could have shared, uh-huh
And time was on our side (time was on our side)
Oh,
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
By
We wake up every morning,
In the early eyes of dawn
roll on out of bed, kiss,
And put the coffee on.
By 9 or 10 I feel as though,
I've worked
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
I get a call, 9 in the morning, I'm reaching for the phone
Meech got some work for me, I'm guessing i can tag along
East side, Clinton and kelly, i
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
missing you
Before the goodbye
Kinda hard for me to let you know
Still don't let my feelings show
How much I will miss in you
All the little things
missing you
Before the goodbye
Kinda hard for me to let you know
Still don't let my feelings show
How much I will miss in you
All the little things
please tell me when
Cuz I'm missing you times ten
Yeah, times ten (Ten)
My dad died when I was only nine
Heart attack, just fifty one, what a crime
Hey
the things I say and twist them
You left my heart with something missing
I'm on a mission for some distance
But you found me in an instant
So when you leave
four six see six
Both carrying the Obvious marks the letter six six six
Maybe it's inverted comma it's nine it's nine maybe
I've seen things this vision
Not getting saved by no Umbrellas
I know some real breddas
And some fake ones
We out till late
We pulling a late one
We grafting the nightshift
Feds
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
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