Lyrics:
why he had to go fuck his sis
When you're living life gotta pick and choose theres a line right by your shoes
The only problem I got now is which
knowing nothing by socrates
Ignorance is the door to the true knowledge
The book of life we must Acknowledge
Filling the blanks with knowledge of self
knowing nothing by socrates
Ignorance is the door to the true knowledge
The book of life we must Acknowledge
Filling the blanks with knowledge of self
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey
baby
fault that you're lacking conviction
All that self-love that you preach
Is just an excuse to not be held accountable for all your kak decisions
I hold
the vibe that I be on
These typa days were made for relaxed thicker cotton to be donned
So throw one on yo body and lets turn this party on
You look so fine
undiluted and with nobody else to confuse
See, I was Marvin Gaye and Bond, James Bond
I was taking all day so I could turn you on
And I hated when you'd
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
light, we don't cover ground through the spite
In the hood, they don't care bout these raps, they want your life
Look
'Specially when you flossing
The hate
Religiously a vegetable
Tapped a wall on Jericho
To topple the empirical
Missile to your Empire State skyscrape
Can't spend my life inside the rat race
Closed
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
I recall the yellow cotton dress
It was foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
Inhale, deep inside
Exhale, we so high (High)
Love your stewardess coming through
With snacks and drinks
Everybody got cotton-mouth, or the munchies
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
From where they tax hold two thousand dollar reward
Found on the road, dead, pulling cotton from thorns
Scary hour, heretic kicks, canary
Travel Fox,
that's not motivating
How the fuck don't you have no ambition, what is your
Motive in life, what is the purpose in life, what are you doing wrong
What am I
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
park
'cause your mama was out there picking cotton in the dark...
...fuck...
I remember even when you cried,
You were still beautiful,
Your big
by fears they just can't let go and cling to what they know
something born in fear is absolutely nothing
only real substance come from Love
only real
(Evan, turn me up)
(Fuck that shit up, Fraaz)
The way these niggas did me, I could never trust Nobody
Can tell by how he talking, he ain't did
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
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