Lyrics:
Trayvon Martin
Regardless of what names are said
By being black we’ve been inside the shoes of all them
The times been tough, the road been hard
But best
Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with
fucking feeling it
(When I’m fucking feeling it)
I get up in my feelings and
I start caring bout consequence
(Consequence)
In 20 years I’m losing all
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a good man
But lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
visions in effect
I'm 20 20 vision stunning
I'm just here to set
A standard for the ones that's coming up next
Ripping it up like the lines that fill my
grind I'm tryna run up bookoo commas[01:17.10]A nigga on the road to riches puttin on bookoo mileage[01:20.75]I can spot a snake a mile away I got bookoo
grind I'm tryna run up bookoo commas[01:17.01]Yeah your boy on the road to riches puttin on bookoo mileage[01:20.70]I can spot a snake a mile away I got
Seems like yesterday I was twenty-five
Thundering down River Road, glad to be alive
Lived my '20s like a bullet from an outlaw's gun
The grave
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
I've got a house down by the ocean
The rent is not too high
And I love to watch the ships come in
And hear the seagulls cry
And lately I've been
mental prison I live in
Cause I am so conditioned
By my privilege, what a strange contradiction
To grow up brown in Britain
And know that your living was
to clear a bong
She Moved up here by the water
With her six-year-old daughter
Maybe see if we could get along
And now it's 10 years later
But it's still like
alive
Twenty good years,for about 25
The open roads is the only place I wanna be
Rockin' roll is very good for me
The open roads is the only place I
the sorrows dwell
You lose your soul
This road you chose is yours to die on
Four-three years from twenty-seven, I might die soon
The downside of this high is
at him the same
He's watched time keep ticking by, but he don't complain
Yeah, we love to sing Forever Young
And hope the trips around the sun start
I remember all started in ninteen twenty-nine
When me and Diana came to Alaska to homestead some of this free government land
Forty miles from
[Chorus]
When Leonard finally came to California
He was twenty-one years old, as I recall
He loved to write a song and pick on the guitar
And he
under my belly
If they wanted smoke
Tell ANTIFA to just hit my celly
On the road, on the grind
Maga babes hit my line
Tell Fiser to put that vaccine
over 20 years
They ain't leavin'
And like the chorus said, "It looks great every season"
Got remarkably sparkling wines that stay fizzin'
Out the tap,
first thought was how ya moms doin
Now you almost almost free
Your 20 year old little bro just caught shooting
For real black that's the shit to water
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