Lyrics:
And took over the black woman (and her reply)
(Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge
They runnin' from the cops
They run, runnin', run, runnin',
one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls
Now you out for the season, J-Ro
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5,
the hunter
Another footstep away from you, lost in long-distance storms
My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My
Wondering what (Non-Gender) be saying
God is talking to me
God is talking to me
Need a moment of silence
Before the riot
I been known to get violent
The storm
City Of Broken Crowns
Written by: Christopher Franklin
crtist Name: dLyric
Purpose: clbum Single
Name of clbum: City Of Broken Crowns
Chorus 1
They
your last
And now I'm the one with a pocket full of regret
Standing out in the storm and cursing at the wind
Wishing you could just come back
Cold from
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
Captain his name was Kirk cause he was hurt
By me hah the verbal expert oh my gosh Im killing
Like the Blob I'm an alien from the movies
When I speak look
the fuck
Almost lost my whole life over Nothing
Ever since with my trust i been Struggling
Now my mind all fucked up and Corrupted
Can i chill can i
now I feel like I'm Durk
Off the rip she a bop like I'm Kirk
But I told her that I'll never leave her
The access ain't cut I could never delete it
Make
the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean
with the potion
Chorus: cool Keith
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
What y'all
to escape and slowly close the drapes
Only wanted a taste, you overdose and now your body shakes
No you can't hit rewind, there ain't no do over
You play with
You can run the streets with your thugs (ayo Storm)
I'll be waitin' for you (honestly, I think I can fuck with a motherfucka like you)
Until you
I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene
the rain beats its resistance
But I press on and pray this is a shelter from the storm
Advancing now toward the light
I'm quickly moving forward
This hope
always bring me back
To where I've been so I can't get over it
If only i could lose my memory
I'm consumed by my misery
The cliff is too far away by now
I
head
I am haunted by the life I’ve lead
Are we stuck inside the winds of change?
Oh, it sure feels that way
When the storm blows over, will we be
We hustle In order to get by to the next day
Ducking informants,keeping our names outta they essays
Watching for 12 jumping out for brothers
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
I copped some brand new exotic
The package flew over Atlantic
And I put it right on my body
Exotic exotic body's exotic
Whatever I'm smoking exotic
I
the gale
Lift the veil
The storm is coming
When the storm is over
I'll be washed up by the tide
Set your eyes on the horizon
To me you now are tied
When
unfamiliar faces
Those franklin are pro useful buy a nigga whatever category
He's not use to before eleven twelve use to come through
Scan the stoop demand
Grinding til I’m Winning by a landslide
Now they see we winning by a landslide
Little shorty she wanted some TLC
My heart is chilly though
I rather her go
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