Lyrics:
To the lapel of my dress
I swallow this is it
The door to the left of the
Clerk's temporary desk is open
I can feel the bodies of
The other families behind us
yourself
You ain't got the guts to get with it
The time is now Dukes, just admit, this is the perfect situation to take a chance in
'Cause this is
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
say, this season's ending, the ground is shaking
Prison doors are opening
Freedom is now
Freedom is now
Freedom is now
Freedom is now
Every wall is
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
the blood of Christ was the deal
And by this His love is revealed
Acted out on top of the hill
Since He died
As the substitutonal sacrifice
But He
Real niggas up in this bitch
Real niggas up in this bitch
I ride by and slide by
And I fly by up in this bitch
Y'all know what time it is, I ain't gotta
What child is this
Who laid to rest
That I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?
And could this
ride it and see, what this life has in store for me
Or if this knife can cut and bleed,
This is the parental advisory,
So now it doesn't seem
measures
Is this an age of uncertainty
Or is it just me?
Necropolis retching
A recluse of the psyche, liquid universe
Nightfall upon the once avid, now
This is us down at the mardi gras
This is us in your daddy's car
You and the missing link
Yeah, I'd had a little too much to drink, now
Too long
to them, but not to me, yeah
Hearts get broken all the time
Never used to worry about things like this
But the trouble is this time it's mine
Now I'm
Live from the centre of the universe, the galaxy of the galaxies, the reality of the realities, its the reality show. And here he is now, our host
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
on a road, but didn't know
How to steer
Which way to go?
Living from fear
Forgetting hope
But, now I'm here
And this is gold
This is Gold!
(This is Gold!)
I say, "hey now, brother, " sike, nah
L-O-G-IC, all up in this vicinity
You know it's me
This is how we do it all day
Goddamn, can you feel it
All up
the burden so I hung him by the Curtains
You know this coming from the heart I know you gonna feel these bars I let it out I'm in The dark
I'm not afraid
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
no stunting, no cap now
This is my story, my background
Bear with me, what I'ma ask now
What if we altered our paths now
Background was warfront Iraq
and needing room to breathe
The last one to appreciate it
I'm the first one in this house to leave
This house is smaller now
This house is smaller now
So you
on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her
All I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more
on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her
All I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
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