Lyrics:
can love her all I wanna, she'll still leave me by tonight
This s**t's a game, sad truth
White lies, this s**t's insane
cnd I'm through, extinguish s**t
Crystals (instrumental)
h. Faith
i. Light worker
j. You're the sun (reprise)
k. Fading lights (instrumental)
a. You're the sun
Relentlessly seeking in vain
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
Corinthians 5: 21, we off the hook baby
Christ paid for the sin
So now we accepted by the Father
Let's get it k-A-A, my second home baby
a 100k on you
You can get that by yourself
I don't give a fuck about your mental health
Or your god damn fucking wealth
Because I got to do this shit for
truly hurt
Certain choices were made and Separation was a Created construct
When the truth is, separation is an illusion
It is simply Not true
I don't
Don't you want to know what I was running from
I can't tell you what I was running from
it's hard to face the truth
Written by K Enagonio and Eric
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
Uh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Can you
Turn me up a lil bit
Yea
Glooks
Nov
Mama said not to call em pigs anymore
I'm aging by the day they don't see me as a kid
the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Fuck 12 I got dirty work in my draws and I just
slows down when I'm with you hitting high notes
We don't need to get high though, no
My mind is captivated by your essence
Your silhouette
Your shadow
DedDreamer, except he's dumbfounded!
Feidorei
Ain't nobody in the room wanna hear us say the truth (Yeah)
Stop asking Hailen how I sounded in the booth, B
but only once you’ve lived a bit
And you’ve had to root around in your own realities bullshit
The proof is in the doldrums that’s the truth of your
Privilege
Thomas Sankara's the African Che' Guevara
Murdered by his people for standing for truth and honor
Pan- Africanist. Eventually the truth will corner
you think is a joke
Run a nigga head over in a Range Rover
Put a bike on the kickstand, put his face by the wheel
What I just paid for this K is
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
Ooh eeh ooh ahh ahh
Ting tang walla walla bing bang
Ooh eeh ooh ahh ahh
Ting tang walla walla bing bang
Ryan A-K-A Christian who became an emcee
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college
haze on me
Going by Blaze, way before I got blazed
Going through the maze like a nigga know his way - I'm
Walking with a limp like a nigga hold the K, I
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