Lyrics:
carried underneath his name
But one question remains
Will he, will he ever change
After all it's been a while since he gave a chance
To any of those who
like he stood me up again
Bet he thinks I'm taking it hard
I'm playing it cool doing all right
Stereo on and Christmas lights
Patsy Cline and a bottle
It's quite all around the only sound here in the silence
Are the snowflakes falling down
Just like glitter on the ground
Another year has come
erased like it was commonplace
Maybe just crazy because the doctor said she could
With new hips and tits, maybe fuller lips
All it take a day and some
for enemies
By the hairs that's on my 'chinny' 'chinny' chin
Man I'm go'n eat
Anywhere I ever go
Just know you go'n be valid
& anytime you're there
stress low, calm
These old guys be menopaused
No dreams no drive, say F yo boss
So that you could tell me why all the best folks taught by the rich dudes
of those things I did when I was on the run
It is not to be and it always is love and gratitude
I sit by the coffee table listening to the music
Memories
But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace
All you muthafuckas better duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside
Still I
Man I tried to tell y'all but
I don't think you heard me though
Let's go
Put me underneath the ground
I feel like I'm dying now
I just wanna feel
some change!"
All diggin' in my ear for it and shit, deranged!
I grabbed him by his head and tried to yank it to the left to break his neck
But his head
all my love
You won't find it underneath the tree
You can't buy it with a roll of green
It's the thing that makes life worth living
It's the gift
I got out, I was lifted up
I poured the wine into Pharaoh's cup
It was his birthday, there was quite a feast
When he hung the Baker's head upon
anthems start to all smell the same
When all sides are dying in the patriot game
It's the war racket
And war is never, ever holy
It's just a greedy
Yeah, I get a crazy, crazy good kind of feelin'
It's like Amen from the back of the choir
Sweet hum of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sittin'
a crazy, crazy good kind of feeling
It's like amen from the back of the choir
Sweet hum of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sitting by
controlled by ventriloquist
Hand in the ass, And you ask me how I've been?
I don't spend too much time on it
(Too much time on it)
Spend all my time on it
chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga
For some reason always seeking the meaning of it
Always deep in my dreaming, love
This chance to be in my feelings,
Exist underneath all the ceilings
Reached up and caught it at your chin
Licked my fingertips
Wasting time
Let the hours roll by
Doing nothing for the fun
A little taste of the good
Reached up and caught it at your chin
Licked my fingertip
Wasting time
Let the hours roll by
Doing nothing for the fun
Little taste of the good life
Surrounded by negativity
And niggas toting sticks
Surounded by all the bullshit
That i be tryna miss prayed up in the field
You prayed up off a lick
How you
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
Lift your chin, close your eyes, I'll be by your side
'Cause I sigh
I can't get you out of my mind, I'm
Looking at the stars in the sky while
hella long thunder
Saffron skin, saffron skin,
Fresco face paint, rock face chin
All hair everywhere, silk road spin.
Ayo, chee, what the cat dragged in.
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