Lyrics:
places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind
have every reason to forget some things. “Change must come through the barrel of gun,” said Mao Tse Tung. This place would be a paradise tomorrow if
I walked on ice
Instability within my mind left me to be
Some place dark where I couldn’t see
This music shit was meant for me
Looking back it was
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
to be like this
Is this living free?
I don't wanna be the one
Be the one to have the
Sun's blood on my hands i'll tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged
a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don't be talking to me crazy
Don't be talking
considered an incarcerating crime
To be inspired to make a rhyme
By smoking some of that sativa or indica line of genetics
That makes you all Edgar Allen
together through the darkness
Each guiding the way
Even in a place full of such harshness
It'll be okay
In this symphony the notes are harmless
As long
This melody talking to me
I'm feeling the kick, getting the groove
The problem with me
I don't know what I want I just be in some moods
Leave me
for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.
UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball
how your shit gonna be amazing
Telling me must be the vodka talking - nah, you must be trippin'
I'm the only one I care about
S & C forever, that's
head back to look up again
The 3000 glass hexagons suddenly
Feel awfully close
I notice it smells damp this far up
I reach across and grab Mum's gloved
looking for?"
"What are you looking for?"
Cos if they really knew then surely here's the last place they'd be?
Curious, I peer
At a painting of a girl in
this song all the people having fun
Music is what I'm living for
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P.
You know I got my granddad's pistol in that antique cabinet (mm)
I be having more interesting conversations with it
And those that are surrounding
must be great (I'll never kno but)
It it it must be great
I gotta grind try hard give it my all
All in pursuit of this Greatness
I must be great
I I I
the place where you will find what cannot be found
we provide the best tools for your head
to make you build your land
to make you understand
You'd better
day
Slick to watch what they did to this place
Defeated
By the gentrification of rage
Kumbya my Lord
Kumbya
that things have changed
You've only gone and pulled away
Maybe it's just paranoia stuck in my head
But if this ends
I could lose a lover and a friend
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
pellets all over the place
Bodies all in the kitchen, all on the staircase
BACK THAT UP!
1- [Celly Cel]
Why must I be like that?
Why must I keep
to the head
And Clips you condone this shit?
We was supposed to be like brothers
We made this carter look good
We was holding down each other
You let another
must play this to you
Girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too
You're a compulsive liar you mind is full of dirt
All you do is worry about what's up
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