Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind
excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
But that shit just gon' have you on my mind
Yeah
And I just wanna get you off
On my crucifix, I lay awake
I can shoot with this, Amazing Grace
On my crucifix, I lay awake
I can shoot with this, oh pray
Dear diary, my
Day
Ten, let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
Boy turned to man now he menance to society
You know a song a day it's like I got a diary
When they seen my mission man they tried to fire me
You know
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out
up his entire life
G A7sus4 G A7sus4 A7
He shot out the “O”
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
Ugh
Started out young and wild running bare feet
Back in adolescence living so carefree
Mama scraping by we survived barely
Started getting high so
Cheyenne
They say she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You'll
the heavyweight champ
Sitting on the top of ropes wit it
Tryna fight to the top
When Its Dark Out, and it's cold, nigga
I'm making Music to Be Murdered By
And they
and looked out with no interest
Tomorrow would be Christmas Day
And she had only one dollar and eighty-seven cents
With which to buy Jim a gift
She had put
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
hard to come by
Takes his time cause he's tongue tied
Last seen on the 7th
Must be that man in velvet
Rastaman through the exit
Just leave him where
for seven days
And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light
Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton
Sealin all the doors
everybody should throw out his part
of hitler out of his soul, then?
John: yes, yes, we all have it in us.
In a way, we're saying we want peace and we're
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