Lyrics:
paralyzed
Been smoking dope outside, why you acting terrified?
If I wear it, gotta pair it right
Got it air tight
Keep it a thousand when I write
Go
feeling feel strong, I'll carry on
A thousand years and more
Maybe we try
But I'm tired I just wanna be free
Maybe I found
There's quiet people like
We've been singing the same song,
For over a thousand years
His death spoke to me,
And her birth sang in perfect harmony
This melody is my carpet
niggas, they contaminated
Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it
Made forty thousand on New Year's, took a private to Vegas
I been
niggas, they contaminated
Thank God for all of these blue faces, I barely done made it
Made forty thousand on New Year's, took a private to Vegas
I been
eyes closed,
And I'm waiting on this check to come,
When it get here motherfuckers going crazy,
Like the thousand-year ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin'
road
Take yo' bitch ass to the nail shop
Ring ring from the gun shots
Brings her shoes back from the bailhop
This year from the gun loving
Shit firin'
this way ten years to the day
I'm gonna ramble on
I'm gonna find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time for spreadin' roots
The time has come to be
ten years to the day, ramble on
I'm gonna find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time to for spreadin' roots
Time has come to be gone
And to our
"Running"
In just a year another storm will come
To wash away an inch more blood
Its lack of hatred, politics or creed
Left us blind, open wide,
the light? a thousand churches haunted by jesus christ a world where madness and grief is commonplace how can i blame you for clinging to your misplaced faith?
Burns like a thousand stars, though you are light years away
Burns like a thousand stars and more
Cause you're up there
You're always with me
emancipation of your mind
Liquidation, incrimination of a false nation
Two thousand millennium occupation black poet on the run
Track translation
Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York city
I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do, Time Square can't
All demons ride high upon the bewitching Nightsky
They are only disturbed by a new-born child's painful cry
Son of the great dragon, come forth
planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify senses
Crossfire miss my little daughter by inches
kicks
My daughter got 'em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The Fed's on me now every Monday the car switch
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but
you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one
It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor
familiar
And I know those songs they're playin'
But I close my eyes and find myself
Five thousand miles away
[Chorus:]
It's funny how my world goes
at breakfast, yeah, you may pick up your ears
Oh, you may be daydreamin' for a thousand years
What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydreamin' boy
of us
Sweet sound of stardust
Schools of whales in separate hemispheres
Thirteen thousand miles apart
Sing one song that changes from year to year
God
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side
A pleasanter spot you never
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old
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