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where I'm gonna be tomorrow (be tomorrow), living my life day by day (day by day) and I don't know where I'm gonna be tomorrow (be tomorrow) I don't even
In line with the teaching's of the modern day bible
Addictive, catchy, narcissistic, for blacks, whites and LGBTQ
Like Dave Chappelle funny so I
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
shrunk, age: a million
Sex: drugs barrel in escorted by a
Chorus line of bedbugs
Low-tech dreck from his neck
Out of cement woods
We come in pieces under
Mmm mm mmm
Its THCSG
Ahhh Ahhh
Bezzle from the 6ix
Ya you know its me
Mmm mm
More or less
They so moraless
Swear everybody
They just want
This concludes tonight's special broadcast of, um
Uh
[Clears throat]
"The Absolute 100% End of the World Via Nuclear Warfare"
A radio play by Evan
Ricky and Danny and Terry and Jim
Dean lasted six months-don't forget him
Perhaps some day this list will end
Till then I tally my gentlemen friends
niggas pussy
When they not around
Last rappers that came through they not around
Over that Rucker beef Jim jones and shabba down
Sav shot in the neck by
time
Black protestors consistently charged with heavier crimes
Paying heftier fines
While the white kids parents had them out of jail by 9
Six months
budget videos,NJ CEOs, December I aim at like Cleo,I pull up yim lo,she gon sit down dildo,shapa like ding ding,ke og Jim Jones,King of sosha rap P Jones,
Pls zdraví a profit
Čistou tu duši
Bůh nad náma ví
Zmrdi furt nemají tucha, co?
Zvedám to píčo furt push-up
Swapujou faces, necejtim zášť
Chtěli by ze
world, them times I will bury
And I ain't kidding you girl, like my name is Jim Carrey
And you don't get that, but that's okay you will one day
Enter my
dance floor
Like, what do we dance for
A little romance, or by chance
Something more
I don't know anymore, but I know I need more
Lift my wings and I soar
The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds
Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing
Knife crime dangerous, next day famous
Give it six
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesied
What was on the horizon
Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesized
What was on the horizon
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
to giving up, now i'm living up
I don't know if what I'm giving up is enough
Takes sacrifice to escape this 6 to 3
It's sick to me, that most die in mental
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