Lyrics:
Cause we no have to sing no slave song
Block by block we got to raise up
Can't keep the truth captive forever
Jim Crow lost all of him cover
The people
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
I'm finna go off on this Wayne classic!
(Six foot two!)
(Let me go, let me go!)
Ay, Ay
Confidence high like nine, two
She in love I'm tatted, six
on them when they reached Miami Beach.
They got a hotel by the water, and a quart of Bombay Gin.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.
a set tape
She don't carry nothing but some dead weight
(But some dead weight)
Bring it to your door I can
Ship it to you next day
I can see through you
eat say
What will I eat with
Miss Taylor walking past with a secret
Old enough to remember her family members were beaten
Jim Crow lunacy an civil
must get done today
[CHORUS:]
Ricky and Danny and Terry and Jim
Dean lasted six months-don't forget him
Perhaps some day this list will end
the same
Took the Blackstar Line in my memory lane
Coz I'm the ghost of the future
In a world dominated by machine,no Buddhas
Computers,no Judas
Jet packs,no
Taken by the road
I remember when you used to say
If things were different, then they wouldn't be the same
Why am I the same?
Jim Dawson and Mother
big cry cause his mam a hoe
Eoghan getting abused by Emma
His face always sour like a lemaaa-
No jobs around, so I'm unemployed
I dream of sex with Ken,
on Khristopher Middleton
My shooters disciplined
Beezy gone creep where you lack
Now we know that his family missin' em
Six feet away from these niggas I stay
triple 6, and blaze you can't fuck with it
You know I ride with the tokah
Quick to make the pappah
Lift this 10 rollin' dirty police in the road
And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your
And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)
While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road
While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love
To your
by the road in an incandescent glow
My heart stood still, my foot slammed on the brakes
She said, "Please, please would you dignify my wish?
I'm
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
this day of 4K -
But all I see is, GREY!
Arrived at a dead end
Erase the board, let's start again
Rocky roads with Adrienne
I ain't jumping in this ring
rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl
embracing
Sitting at church, thinking back to the day
Wondering “WHY GOD?! WHY Did it happen this way?!
I’ll do anything or say – what you want, you got it
y’all heard Roddy Ricch
You rather face twelve than get carried by six (facts)
So when you hit the road
You better have that stick
And when you see them
feet
Watchin' out for needles in the sand
After smokin' with a Sikh
Seven days can make one weak
The bodies burnin' by the shore
Holy river Ganges flowed
rappers are tense, ugh
Been getting tens since I was in sixth grade, did six tapes by tenth grade
So I get if you don't really get me, 'cause the little
(Intro: Voice memos on my phone titled "Jeremy laugh 1", "Jeremy laugh 2"/28 august 2021, and "cJ Enloe 6th Birthday"/5 december 2019)
Jeremy:
Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
That's right, we gotta get this darts right
Spray y'all niggas on some marksman shit
Yes, I said, "Look, I got
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