Lyrics:
We gon turn Sounds to an underground festival
Die lit
Wit the bars never dial in
High as shit
Bitches strung along like a violin
And her mama bad
Mrs
rhythm to the music
Time stops as long as we're here
And all I want is staying there for hours
We dance to Mr. Bojangles
Thinking about it, yeah it's
Always moving forward, never pausing at congratulations
Pause... Got to stay resilient, through the trials and the tribulations
Meditation feeling tribal,
the drop on some foes
Hop in action I'm letting go
Traveling thru these times of trials I gotta stay on that road, bro
We ain't pushing no buttons
All the lawmakers is gettin’ they checks cashable
Made out to those elected for and by the people
Paid out with super PAC money that’s untrace-ble
Now
the plains of Canterbury then all the way to Gore
With just one dog he drove along the hillsides of Bennmore
With a handshake by Mckenzie and a farmer Mr
filled in?
A morbid obituary?
That's sorta like history
The mountain
Is under the glittered feet
Of found friends
And trial by mystery
So proud then
Its
I'm on demon time, glock right by my side
That blicky ride, you could do or die, this a homicide
Like I'm on trial, what they fuck they want? I don't do
the fools kept steppin
jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play (play)
pumpin new shit by
Love you givin' me
No one else can make me
Feel this free
(Chorus)
(Rap by Mr. Re)
(Chorus)
to prove it before gods and men
Can you do that?
We can
A'ight, time to go!
Mr. Hermes?
Yes?
It's not a trick?
No, it's a test
You ever thought about bein Mrs. Mak Million
A house full of children, you followin me
You ever need anything holla at me
All of my time, all of my
Fauchelevant!
Don't approach! Don't go near!
At the risk of your life!
He is caught by the wheel!
Oh, the pitiful man!
Stay away, Turn away!
There is nothing
there's hide in shells
Trust the trials
Till the transportation turns to wing propels
Leave behind some big shoes
Need dome like igloos
I'm the one who flys
'round tryin' to change things
Let me say
Why they try to suffocate
And stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations,
Trial
And that's my recommendation, I'm saving ya' from deterioration
By making replacements for inferior baseman
Players that never could play at the game they
time I gave her all the drip drop
I just went to Rami on a pit stop
Eighty thousand cash for my wrist watch
Thinkin' to myself when this shit stop
I
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