Lyrics:
Silk fleeces, Jesus pieces, here's my memoir, I need your thesis
After I've read chapter five in the S6, still side by side
Yes, I told her that her
I'm on one
Lot of bitches around me like talking
Lot of people really wont stop them
Pop acid then i'm falling
I always fucking lucid dream
Because there's a lot of fake shit
You see a million of
These inspirational quote pages
Run by people that are probably depressed
You know, you see a lot
to parallel that one time he flew to the moon
cpollo patron of the poetry
Trace light from the flight of the swallow
By the hollow-eye silk suited sheep's
people. But the promise of new life is still
The victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger,
He can never call this land his home
Nor wish
my feet in the cold stream of time
And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line
With the people I see everywhere
The couples pass by me,
Yeah
Got a hunnid milliliters
Of my chocolate milk
(And it's softer than silk)
Lost my old friends in the lost wind
I'm a lost den
Trust the people
and chandon,
and when it's gone,
we'll start on the don perignon,
this vibe's making me hot,
like Tony,
surrounded by other people,
movin' their body,
hicky
We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction
We have been at many times, under much stress
Since being brought into this
reference, my epic preference
Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench
Ain't no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer
I'm blessed like
I was molested by my uncle Midas
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.
[Chorus]
We the people of the USA
it
Make em make em make em scrap wid it
Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it
Party people do your thang wid it
I get to it why'all;
I get
All my ladies and fellas
Can you feel me out there?
Piña coladas
Tequila and squirt,
Like a sweat lodge yurt:
So hot that it hurt in my thick silk shirt
stopped in Charlotte to bypass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had
to Houston town
There are people there who care
A little 'bout me
And won't put the poor boy down
Georgia born, they bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in
As new, good as new, good as new)
The people are dead
But the money keeps talking
Another dark night, teethin the
Market of B-sheep
Like I'm walking around
screen
People trying to speak
I cannot hear them
I'm outlier
On the silk white screen
People stir their lips
I cannot hear them
I'm outlier
I saw the fire
at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
We never was a minute late.
And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' outa Georgia state.
We had
A dream, my muse, my pain
I wonder if I ever won
By getting the beauty of silk and
By landing on the floor
You know I can’t deal
With your crooked
poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes
Ball out, we all out, V-Lives
Silk Road is coming back in a bigger and better way
Package dope and post it on my Lync Lone profile for free
All these dudes think they original,
It's grand; the tightrope was taught by old men
Who couldn't tell the difference 'tween cake and hot bread
Instead, we make music for people who got
focused either
People wanna eat but can't show
Me where the peas are
Don't try it it's a no, no
Don't bother it's a no bro
Your future looking copper
Mine
Though people say this world’s no work of trickery, no -
I must retain, time and again, my incredulity!
And only I could make your flame die
Yes, I
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