Lyrics:
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
Shoutout Mordecai, man he's so fly (yeah-yuh)
Fuck I'm high
Jacob Cowan never stood a chance
Sections and regions, call it the last dance
I'm going way too
chained
We won't surrender
Some they rise by sin
And some by virtue fall
But we, will take it all
We awoke into delirium
'Cause we're a generation that
wavy
It's BY
Elevated like ten thousand feet high
I been filled with a fire since
(Huh huh)
I been filled with a fire since knee high
Now I know you
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked
I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch,
to it
Those are my family, and everything they do for us
Things might not be going the way that you planned them
But you don’t gotta give up, you just
as the light of day
By the way, it's hard to work when it's time to play
But it never mattered, Jack's a boring bastard either way
I've been in the same place
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
who don't believe it
Where do I begin
So many words were written of
The coming of the Lord
A thousand years of prophecy
Just can't be ignored
God in
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan
May he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Maybe I'm not here to be a superstar after all
Maybe I'm here to pray for all those who have lost hope along the way
I'm on the verge
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
these ways
Divided is the wrong way, united is the strong way
Ich wollte mich und mein Mic, der Rest war mir egal
Ob ich Klischees bestätigte und im
She's a kid not sure how to put it through
When she asks all I tell her about is you
Been kicked out way out by own son
Not sure where to go in the hot
observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside.
He thought he recognized him by his walk,
And by the way he fell,
And by the way he
Stood up,
observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside.
He thought he recognized him by his walk,
And by the way he fell,
And by the way he
Stood up,
Floyd
Bryanna Taylor rest in peace
End Sars
Black lives will always matter
I don't want to get back to this
I wish the next generations will not know
Listen all you dissing, I got something to say
There's a better way and it goes this way
Terminate all violence in the world of hip hop
Keep it up
glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High (even the Lord)
Will rest in the shadow of the Almighty (yeah even the Lord)
I will say of the LORD
worth a thousand wishes
Don't sit back as time flies by
When someone proposes
With a heavy heart and tears to shed
True love's worth a thousand roses
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