Lyrics:
by myself? A nigga be lonely
Ayy, I blew the whole bag on they flights, ain't leavin' the homies
If he really gang, then get him a chain, no cubic
doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo do
The Lord's my shepherd,
I'll not want
He make me down to lie
In pastures green Jah leadeth me
The quiet
skies are blue?
How much of your love is true?
Where to get them eyes of green?
I'm knowin' you know just what I mean
If I have to go I won't be
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
Like the clown
We know you are
In the plastic world
You're every bit contrived
You're my plastic girl
But how do you get by
When even the priests believe
he green
I don't fuck with none
Of these rappers, anyway, 'whatchu mean?
Tote that AR-15, can't even fit in my jeans
I'm gon' blow up before I
Think he
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin'
your shit thawed
I'll set your roof on fire till it's no ceiling
No fireman go go Let's go Brooklyn
You are now tuned in to the show killers
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In the 1930's
An economist named John Keynes
Predicted that by the end of the 1900's
Americans would be working
Fifteen hours a week
Keynes was
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Come closer don't be shy
matter?
Why do we have to dig to find the truth?
How is there still war if we're smarter today than sixty years ago?
Why are we ruining all that is green
You can follow the lead of the jackal to see where I am
You can follow the lead of the jackal
Who waits for the kill to be made by a mightier hand
wonderful is it that these two plants reproduce by spores so small that they can be carried on the wind. You wonder one more time about the mystical scent
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Party by myself
Rather be inebriated
Got nobody else
My words are abbreviated
Buy the whole top shelf
You can't
these means are Black Panther
And seize action
That we deem to be valid
Bereaved, battered
We speak with clean palates
and steer clear abandoning
Near
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
D-u-m-b
Ba-by, ba-by
Tell me, tell me
Tell me what you see what you see
Tell me what you see what you see
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Green old flowing mountains to the southbell by the shore
Mighty tall and handsome and known
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor
It's
A view of di countryside remind me of nine miles
Where di trees are green and di people smile
After few water crackers and some warm milo tea
Rub
her upper part was an ugly old fish, but the bottom half was GIRL!
Her toes are round and rosey!
Her legs are slim and pale!
Her face might not be
Louis computer bag
Wherever you are, I could be
I type you a message full of X's and O's
You shoot me a video and then upload
Even though I hate this
ain't at the pace where He's suppose ta - be
But God is not sluggish towards His promises like most of
Y'all have believed - if you do, then you're
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