Lyrics:
past lives live once die trice long as you living right what if right was wrong wrong was right what's right & wrong on you to decide trust one not
on no one was there for me
So I flew back south flew back right by the beach
It was a little big town
Wine beer and whiskey
I kept on calling your phone I
He's getting stoned now
He's getting stoned now
He's getting stoned now
And if he plays these bones right
He'll be home with her
Later on now
the head.
?I am right here and Raefer Johnson has a hold of the man who, apparently, has fired the shot. He has fired the shot. He still has the gun,
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
CHORUS:
We're gonna light the weed
Tap the keg
Shoot the shit
Now lets begin
We're gonna kick right back
We're gonna sit right down
Enjoy it girl ya
got money for the toll there
Traffic backed up ahead of me, I see the road flares
School bus on my right, kids laughin' with brown and gold hair
the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid
for
Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no
feet up feelin' comfy
Keep that heat right by my undies
No you can't take nothing from me
Boy my wordplay sick, disgusting
Got that crack like I be
A video on the internet, let me quote it
"Look up Stonewall" and how it snowballed
From Marsha P. Johnson to a civil rights overhaul
Whoever threw that
wrong
Damn we so perfect together
Thought we was forever guess we end
By the end of the song
At times it's hard being wrong
But I was never in the wrong
God to forgive me
Nigga, and have him bring me back (Right)
Like I can't do it by myself, I think I need a map
Get me away from all these fake niggas
at the cross road, just like Robert Johnson
We talk to the devil like we ain't got no more options
No underground railroad, psychological train tracks
Don't know
flavors
Now we caught a flight
I just wanna focus
Get to see the light
I just put the vocals
Now they feel it right
I was never blinded
By the city lights
I
a queen right by my side
See her cross the room ain’t going home until I try
I only need my night and then she mine like cherry pie
No one I can trust it
Lady, hear me tonight
'Cause my feeling is just so right
As we dance by the moonlight
Can't you see you're my delight?
Fuck you rookies
Pussy so
right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m
Shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts
His fall comin' don't ask to stall
Never rush
We goin getcha
Written by Anthony and Adrian Johnson
the freakiest honey I know
The freakiest honey I know the freakiest honey I know
Written by Anthony Johnson
Yeah
Already proved myself, not worried about who's my equal
Far from self injection, but I moved the needle
ESPN better get those highlights right
neighborhood.
When the wind is just right, you can tell they're makin' paper,
At the mill on Champion Lane.
When Mabel Johnson goes to fry 'em Rocky Mountain
-Left me for somebody else, now
I must face life by myself
Everyone guessin' that I am the greatest
They always are askin' me
Why did it I say it?
side
Of the district When
Niggas move quick when they couch get evicted
Ouch they right with it they
House tax raised up
Gentrification on the rise they
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