Lyrics:
of a vagabond
With the duties of a prince and a path that's drawn
Was my fate predetermined?
Or forged by a serpent, leading me to purge like vermin
I'm not
are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....
Break:
Go (x31)
with it first
So they can say "Where you get that nigga?"
The essence of my
Vocabulary's exquisite when
I enter into a realm, taking me to the helm
as a splintered self in this distant realm
Gripping a helm no longer steering. Calmed by delirium
Sequestered in this exquisite cell. Can’t lift my head. Don’t lift
Nigga let me pop my shit
Nigga let me pop
Nigga let me pop my shit
I ain't lose myself, getting this damn dope, just so niggas say that I ain't gone
the heavens and
Yet He's always near
So somebody make it clear
Whom shall I fear?
I get chased through the desert
Of my mind by an old king
Man he talks a lot
de Milo
My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it's yellow
I'm colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello
I'm older than the barcode,
on my own
I get it on my own
Hella weed in my home
I take a O to the dome
I'm coolin' in my zone
I need some amity
So I'm scrolling through my phone
Have
belonged where the bench is
Forget hugging fences
Picked a side time to get it
Don't get sick riches
By having well wishes
Look about time that I hold court
I can be nothing more now
In the officer's remand
My mind stays blank as it waits
For the next line of commands
Will subdued by protocol
All new
this rapping
Lost in dark hours, I let my soul grow
Searching for a home inside these poems, walking in the shadows, I go home
A long road, back
my own ship
But my buddies didn't care they didn't give me no lip,
So many times we've been side by side:
But I never carried a load with so much
dough
Home was cold when I was young we always had to wear our coats
Get out from the unknown
I'll be there on my own
Nowhere that I came from
No one
Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a (?)
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped
7:30 my time, I'm
On stormy Saturdays, the colours all run dry
I just hope you'll be coming home today
They've said you're skin and bone best pick up that telephone
a demon's seat
Fleeing thee demonic realm
A feat that you can manage
Well with Yah up at the helm
They say never put off
What you know that you can do today
inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home)
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home
I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come
honnête, et de bien se
Décoder .
Yaway: 1)(holdup) - say Im binded by the soul/
(Supa).. &; No one can ever buy my soul/
(That’s right) So
fourteen now
And there no telling me stop
See I know what Im doing
Not pulling over for opps
Meet me on this route fourteen
I left my filter at home
Its time
to come home)
If you wanna be delivered (time to come home)
I've been rescued by the Savior (time to come home)
If you wanna be in His favor (time
We watch from the bones of the old subterranean homes
That were lost in the flood of the century
cnd all this waiting for the heart to give
Is
the fellas
East, West, North, South
My style is really outrageous
And when you hear the song it's really contagious
It's simple enough, be understood by
two
You're not feeling blue?
I'm the color of the red sea mixed with you
And by the time that it even qualifies I've killed off all my alibies
Look back
home for how Many years
Is this my fate
No chance to negotiate
Trapped in this realm
A sadistic mind, at the helm
Repeated travesties
Deepest fears known
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