Lyrics:
spent a bag on a re-up
Pick a side of town you can meet us
If the police ask, only thing we do is rap
I know they mad and wanna be us
Bro got street
thing as a good job these days
My daddy was a sailor, my mother a whore
Brought up by a gypsy, left at her door
Raised on the street, I'm dirty
down the hall
like a runaway train reality warps as I near insane
hypnotic trance in the path it lay pick it up it shoots
sparkling rays the trip
But she likes me 'cause I'm so much older
Little girl I'll pick you up at 8
Don't worry we won't be late
We can't get down and dirty
'cause I have
quick to pick you up but quicker to put you down.
No actions have been thought through by the both of us now.
Can we wait to see if they ever
another day to go by all I want to say is I want you
And I know what I need in life can't no melody suffice for my love for you
I'll pick you up when you're
and a plate of spinach just to beat me at the game of according
On the broom stick my wood stick
You a tooth pick I'm hood rich huh
I smashes the track up with
As our world oscillates to shake the weak remains
Show your strength
Resist all temptation to follow illusions
Expressed with safety
Open up your
wonders
It's 11.57
And I'm running out of time
Pick me up and turn me on
Out of luck I'm out of my mind
Running out of time
Broken man with
Dig this humm sure pick fine I'm a super sideman lemme tell you bout it boss
Now some call me chief and some call me stud some call me hoss but I'll
Don't ever put your faith in me I'll only let ya down
Don't pick me up when I'm stumbling just leave me on the ground
And right or wrong I'll
my heart)
Say you'll pick me up at nine, you have me ready waiting by the door. It's gone twelve you didn't call (like a bullet through my heart)
people who get a rise outta knockin' fools down
Stiffen your upper lip
Be conscious of the choices that you pick
Avoid robbin' and old man
Lonely
pray that there's somebody there
I pick up the papers and read the opinions
Of high-flying critics who scorn at the millions
Of ordinary people who
right.
The media brainwashed us all you see.
I speak the truth they call me insane.
They lock me up and pick my brain.
I'm not a vegan, I'm not P.C.,
by the apartments
Look, I come with a straw
That nigga starving pick your coffins
Niggas know I'm cut from that cloth
If I got it and cock it back
You
the chalice
It's a long way down into the rabbit hole
Alice
Now I crucify your culture
Burn down the altar
Religion of consumerism picks us
Off like vultures
a voice, brother take a divine step
Search deep within
Thats where the divine kept
Pick up a book and study your history fam
King kidnapped, brought to this
you don't wanna change the date you have a giant obsession with another guys erection /and it might be why you defend the date he got it up /starting
the troll you filthy pig?
I cannot believe it I've been cast aside
Another one is easily set up
I've got identities by the dozen
Let's bring this piece
of the wicked consuming all
Bound, the heart of man
Enslaved to the lamb of Christ
Warmed in the furnace of hell
Cerebral sacrifice
Lay down the plow, pick
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