Lyrics:
Got cummed stained seats in the commodore
DNA left by a common whore
Sipping jack in the back that's a solid pour
Kick that clutch
Pump that brake
nostrils as if to say, "Where?"
The perspiring pastor once again plunged his clammy claws into his now even more empty jockstrap and further emptied it,
You numb your mind
With gloves of white and turpentine
Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
And I'm
stay down
Even if I get down, I don't lay down
Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
Yo, I
essence inside these shrouded halls
One fateful day they crept away and laid siege to our walls
A single tear made too sincere for those who chose to dream
of empty space
I wish I could explain
If I had my way, if I had my way
If I had my way, if I had my way
Waking up in all these different places
I don't even
down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
underfoot
In the cornfields past the neighborhoods
The last remaining place I understood
See the kids these days
Are doing alright despite
The shit you try
and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in
All them drugs and all my struggles fucked up my phycology
I'm surrounded by these ghosts i'm haunted by them constantly
I don't roll boy yo i'm
Ali
Déjà ça palit sentant le péril proche le coeur
Kaki la plume façon coup de pioche phalange active
Place la droite en sortie de rotative, ressent
and get a fix
Y all ain't really seen bomb shit
Even if you got Inspectah Deck or Hans Blix
Meth Man, Funk Doc and IAM
Got these half naked Hollywood
and get a fix
Y all ain't really seen bomb shit
Even if you got Inspectah Deck or Hans Blix
Meth Man, Funk Doc and IAM
Got these half naked Hollywood
question if this life is even real
My goal is to outweigh all the pain that we felt
I'm sorry I been doing wrong, I've been feeling Guilt
I've been tryna
Lead me to these days that we should know
Some will try to change our feelings
But only I can feel your love
Lead me to this place that we both know!
nakedness
I will show you famous places on
The bodies we are escaping from
Cause I do this thing when I get scared
I clench my teeth, empty my lungs of air
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
rape
Or if these words are being manipulative
If my if this situation is even relevant
Yet here I am doing just that
How does that make any sense
And you
got everything I need everything I want now.
So why am I so empty I don't even know how
Going after something it's nothing
What am I running for
Moving
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
lay siege
To my country estate
The Devil must have opened up hell's gates
And called up millions of snakes
To take me from this place
Big ones
binds, broken blinds, broken binds, broken blinds
And this place, you will find, in due time, will remind
Generations of the blind, being led by war crimes
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