Lyrics:
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd
Musical sound play by the king
What a ting a when you're livin' foreign
Nuff rope chain, nuff diamond ring
A mi rule Jamaica
Cah let mi tell you
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad
The structure
is difficult to perceive because we are the structure, the structure that
encloses the chaos. But where do We, do I, my Self, begin and end? Do
we
doesn't feel lost
He walks into the station
And Richard takes a train to go uptown
You know he's gonna find a place where the money just walks around
Worked side by side all that summer
Picking those grapes from the vine
Read by one light, took turns to cook
The oldest story in the book
Enter Richard
The transgressions built into suburbia cannot hold you forever
You are bound
By forces outside yourself or your own internal entropy to leave
In
doesn't matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
think you can use me?
I bet you think that you are great
Do you think you can get away with murder?
I think you can use a kick in the face
You can
You'd have more luck tryna hit a six
Pissed on a cricket pitch
Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick
You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks
It's that
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused
Fuck what you rather do think rational nigga, either resign or repent
Chorus:
Relax, Relate, Release
Relax, Relate, Release
It goes are times are
all the way to St. Lucia
If you see the windowless van with the paint fuchsia
Be a doll, donate anything you choose to
Like Satsuma some boys are
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Mille where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he
cellie eleven years ago
He locked up still (Free Black)
Richard Mille red band
You lookin' like a dead man
Undertaker versus Goldberg
(Ah) , Pyrex, I wanna
feel exactly like Richard did
Having nobody to relate with could make you deprived
Tension brewing in this racial divide
Where skin color was enough
If you stand close to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin
VERSE THREE (Richard):
Like an infant yearning for its nurturing mother's milk,
I'll hasten to You, Lord, for Your gracious words satiate my thirst.
Make
can't bring my shooters 'round me, yeah, they be tryna shoot somebody
Yeah, I see your, "R.I.P." on the 'Gram, but, what you do about it?
Let them
hoes, y'all made 'em stars
Fuck your money, fuck your cars
Nigga, spit some hot bars
Wack motherfuckers out here tryna bust
You can trust me they are not
miss
Take some like
You rolling with Wiz
Geez pants on fire
Like Richard Pryor
Baby you are a rider
I like your atitude
A downtown girl but a lil hood
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
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