Lyrics:
and rain, the storms inside your eyes, I will make it mine
Inside my radio, a race across my mind Beside my stereo, awaiting cars in line
Bridge
The time I
I heard a knock, when I was lying in bed
Looked at the clock, three thirty-three’s what it said
Third time this week, nah, this is not in my head
Got excited when invited to block parties with my cousins
Tapin every rap jam that slammed on the radio
School time came, on the plane back to the O
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
to crashes
My favorite peer-to-peer Frostwire is also included in this category
Every time, and I do mean every single time, it's updated, something is
(bando)
She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer (steady)
Whippin' that dope with the terminator
Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
of melodies, something
In my voice stirs up a well
Of history of dark history
Of loss's victory
So I am not the easiest sell to Top
40 radio what I am is a fox
second, guided by Mr. Saadiq and Davis Way in the piano section
Now check it, this is The Isis Papers, Frances Cress Welsing, belting the memory banks with
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
I’ll call you back in a minute, I gotta get to this money.
I ain’t got no time for these hoes if I did I’d be broke and they’ll look at me funny ,
to the top yebor snakes, ladders ni chess
Wo ni me wor asem ah , just say it with your chest
mogyasem my eye red
but mipe me sika blue
I seek Allah in
round or flat
If Jesus was real his lips would be fat
Don't judge me by the colour of my skin I'm BLUE on the inside
This so called "African child" has
is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been
and red cent (true)
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game (who she is?)
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
I hope you witness
of you
Yellow's for the sunshine
Red is for the wine
I'll take a pinch of silver for the sea
And if by chance we have the light
It would be my one delight
[shooting]
[movie like speech:]
Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad.
Woman: Look, we can't leave him here,
of your gaze release me
As the steel doors slide shut
The chamber is open
Beginning and end as one
And I still clutch this cross to my chest
As I ascend
I
so right, let's just do it
One more time
Okay
So, in two, three, four
I know this all sounds cliche
Hold two, three, four
But it works, what can I say
the rest
Catch a bullet, gonna bleed blue, white, and red
Everyone is hypersensitive and super cancel happy
Say it's racist to be proud you're here, I guess
after you won't let it.
Ain't about to pick my rounds. This is in my way.
Plop is fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around
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