Lyrics:
back too late
The runabout was idling behind the gate
Mr. Mercury, his dials and his springs,
Set out for Mr. Quick (U.S. patent No. 353480723x0894)
By
sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is
marriage traps
I cook and clean and work all day, while Stanley only naps
The socks go in the hamper, the dishes in the sink
Tomatoes tasted, ten years
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
'Cause the X is like the master
is the church
Ten virgins five were foolish
Who didn't have the oil in their lamps
At midnight the bridegroom called out
They didn't enter because
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Day by day my life flows
finding no answers for The past
asking questions watching the children grow
out of control, it’s so fast
Global community
never once see the same roll twice
It's no joke, I don't know the snake oil price
I'm a strange force hailing from the holy unknown
I tell a Category 5
used to write about dark ways and light tunnels
Now we're empty bottles from spouts of new castles
The canvas always stained from oils and dark pastels
door
Ten percent literal
Ninety percent metaphor
Three thousand some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
to what we say
Because this types of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
to what we say
Because this types of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap
at a Kottonmouth Kings Show
You know we do it, did it, doin' it again
I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin
A big sack of the chronic, cause you know I'm
feel every word that I say, hear my cry
as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days
[Ron Banks]
Might sound strange, but I
there was something strange about that day
I met a monster and she came to play
Misery playing our favorite song
Me and you dancing all night long
listening I'm an introvert
If you're listening I'm an introvert
But in very strange ways
I can't confront anyone comfortably
But I can perform any day
I'm
know where you come from
I drove by just the other day
Cloud factory, you're so tall like a beanstalk
But your clouds, they're all made of lead
day goes by (another day, another day)
i wish you were by my side, (rite by my side)
im really really missin you (ooo yes)
untill the end of time (end
Name drop but still call me by my government
My name is in a few rooms I ain't walked yet
Give me an endorsement, money laying dormant
I need more
scriptures that they cling on
Keep on
Even when the pressure tryna fold you like a three-prong
Through the stress channel Malcolm X
Getting your "by any means"
more bitches then oil of olay
But I'm smooth like gladness, hustlin is a habit
Spinach for popeye, fool I like cabbage
[big ed]
[chorus]
Can tell by you
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