Lyrics:
die
That will never be dispelled
By cold and cruel winds
Every time I drown in your embrace
Give me force свою силу дай
And pretend the chains fell
From
talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black, the demon's child has
a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just
give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her best
the smoke in the wind elements been a little grainy
Passing the time by day
I do the time my way
Dance through the night my way ay ay ay
I'm really who I
C’mon n’
Chill, roll, smoke, vibe
Thats just how when go when you chillin by my side,
(x2)
Pass me the green I need a hit,
Like this lighter get
desire
And every light on the Earth shone for me
I was queen of my land
Nurtured by the wind forever moving all things
I hear the call of the shelterless
Drove my car right through the stars, I won't take this time for granted
Like a song by Sarah Vaughn, with the wind in my windows
It won't be long until
Gorbachev, I'm tearing down these walls bitch
Middle finger flipped up in the halls bitch
So much swag I'm hated by the mall kids
Random burst
Darkness in the horizon
Accompanied by the smoke and fire
Ash falling down from the sky
Ground shattering from the force
Flames burning far away
the monk
Flip that bass, loud subs in the trunk
Hey, Space Jam when i play with the skunk
Pass it by, look fly with the dunks
Can not lie, i'm hella faded
vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
Little months little smokes
And oblivion in a wool dress
In a door opens tenderly
Near a wall where the wind is born
Near the jolly garden
Where
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
Vulcan sneers and puffs out a black cloud of smoke
While Aetna sits quietly like an Ingres' Nude in a fascists house - my neighbour in fact
Clean trimmed
In a wheat field in the summer with the wind to his face
The smoke moves faster than the fire which moves faster than a man can run
We all thought
The enemy you fight is you
Go free as a bird, soar in the wind
You'll see from on high
Don't deny yourself the dream
You keep a busy mind, the smoke
Let's just coast
Rolling down the highway
Smoke a lil gas
Ain't no tellin where we goin
Top down
Hair going in the wind
Gotta bad lil thang
And she
By the water
By the rope
By the fire
Up in smoke
Oh but the fear lives still, don't it?
That's what you can't kill
Listen with precision
Boy you
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
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