Lyrics:
My cousin's wedding, family reunion
Another plane, we're off to Montreal
Road trip with Zou Zou to Niagara Falls
Richard Marx woke us to, “Right Here
by the wine that we've been drinking
Don't get me wrong it's not like I've never thought of that
Been feeding my ego, staying home where I'm recording
no time to explain)
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight
me, I--
DINGO: Where are you going?
GALAHAD: I seek the Grail! I have seen it, here in this castle!
DINGO: No! Oh, no! Bad, bad Zoot!
GALAHAD:
where they at
Could of plugged you in dawg
But you want a hand out
See I been doing shows
Hit the gas then I’m out
My wealth is on the way
Had
Bound to this reality
Made to feel, made to see
Content in chains, each day the same
Shown what we are, Meant to be
Revealed to me by chance or fate
lonely, there's horns on my dome piece (dome piece)
But I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
'Cause we
could probably get with it if you was solid
We only go by a code of honor do the knowledge
The game got hard some switched up
I just kept getting richer
by wild boys you won't get up no never
Do anything for each other no matter the measure they roll together
I dedicate this track to Richard Kyte
(words by Richard Farina)
Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn
in
Richard Millie
Where the hell have you been
Without you all the time blows in the wind
Taking my soul out by every inch
Sucking my feelings out with
got placards posters & stickers to
We got reggae music by Yabby You
We got redflags, blackflags and flag with stars
We got slogans painted on our
donuts all are glazed
Nitrous oxide hits hard
Passes out while in the yard
In the den, I'm doing boof
Next thing you know, I'm on the roof
Grandma's
have been to a bar too and you could say those are animals too
The people down there.
Encephalopod, summoned by god
Comes out at midnight, stays up til
going faster, ain't got no past
This disaster, it's not a test
Where's my pastor, he playing chess
Ain't got no bless
Is it what you want? look what you
Yeah
Same old fuckin' tie
Same coffin when we die
Karl Marx was fuckin' right, whoa
Call by my fuckin' name
Standing out is still a thing
Fuckin'
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
to a motherfuckin' king (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got
your mama
I only wanna live if you're by my side
I'll pull up to where you stay ask if you down to ride
The sun is setting thinking it's about that time
the garden path
To a place where money grows on trees
Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease
There's only one mountain in the rock
about the green bitch mind like Billie
Middle name Richard so I had to cop a Millie
Little by little I'ma make these bitches feel me
I'm shining while I'm
the power, the pulse, the hunger inside inside
We are warriors of the night, unstoppable ride
Through the neon streets, where dreams are born,
In the heart
circled by the grimiest niggas (c'mon!)
Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod
In the field where the real niggas are born (ghetto)
There's no surgeons
Mayor J Bird you the motherfucking best
This that new wave
That new wave
This that new wave
That new wave
This that new wave
I voted for Mayor J Bird
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