Lyrics:
Promethazine in my cream soda, strawberries in my champagne
Codeine in my Ice Tea, I'm smoking Granddaddy Purp watching Purple Rain
Just popped
the morning
I just want to
I just want to
I just want to
Wake up in bed
Tea left in that pot
Could have swore that I had said
Last night to wash that out
But go
drowned by the sirens and blue flashing lights
Butchered in plain sight
RSF sweeps the nation to crack down on lives
Come in peace to your demise
Some
Police Department
Flash back to Harley dancing in a
Strip club eventually two tidbit's appear
On screen: "Accomplice to the murder of
Robin" and "Total
up in the police station
I'll lock you up in the police station for not half a moment
Stop the car. The beautiful girl is walking ahead
Stop the car.
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
All I see is red, bleeding infrared beams
I'm breaking up my bread, hanging with a few fiends
I can see it in the stars, swirling in the tea leaves
your bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
your bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
folks
Ain't got shit to prove
Fuck the hood, tinted, ridin' low
Got too much to lose
You know niggas don't live by a code
Guess it's fuck the rules
Can't
damn the world off as they flee
By burning he and burning she
Too blind to accept them, so its barely we
That's why its BLACK LIVES MATTER 24/7
Till life
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
the hood, and everything is a good vibe
Gettin' high while watching police drive by
One time for my niggas up in the sky
Two times for my people tryna get by
the police "bitch, stop killing us
We the realest in charge, get a glimpse of the scars
Police don't give a damn about us they done killed us in cars
Get
me
I don't wanna play with you
Shawty say she wanna couple bands too (bands too)
Only live a life yeah you know I need a wife (needa wife)
Shawty by
of these boys in blue are phony
Crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
They out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
the surgery
Waking splayed in fiberglass-pink
A silent space
A Planet Pain
But you can't bore a hole to a cavity where the soul lives
Vaseline Hands
nobody knows where he comes from, nobody knows who he is.
nobody knows what his name is, nobody knows where he lives.
handcuffs and a truncheon, with
You're sittin' in fire
You're sittin' in the fire
Sitting in the fire
Come drop by my bro - bro
You combin' you fro - fro
You one out of many
Dey
but jit act grown
Thug niggas don't live that long
VERSE 1
In the city where the beef don't die
Don't be the nigga that don't keep no fire
Enemies
policemen in town and wanted to write a story about them. As
he arrived at the police station looking for Constable Devine, he was met instead by his
wife.
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