Lyrics:
sat, hoped to pass
Didn't think to face the fact
That oh, by gosh, o, lack, o, lass
Columbia is bleeding
Walkin' down off the bus
Vickie Lucas crossed
Shit in my lip I'm dipping
But I'm swallowing
I ain't spitting
Hit me up bitch you know that I'm mobile
I sell footlongs, Jared Fogel
Brown haze in that
to roam
A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home
Because my skin is brown, yo, I'm gonna do the town
Rub it in the face, and rub my feet all through
by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you -
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses
by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses
by your house
Though I know you're not at home
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on,
we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face, unafraid, the plans that we've made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build
on tha starter,
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya,
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma,
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama,
I'm
verse on Brown Stains
We gotta do it again let me
What are you doin'?
Just goin' in, man, you know
Gon' body some shit cuz
What kinda draws are you
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Mobbin in the street with the fiends from Kex Hostel
Bunch of rowdy travelers things are getting comical
Munching on some brownies provided by the townies
a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town.
Later on, we'll
a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town.
Later on, we'll
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
merchants
And if you trample on 'em, they sting like sea urchins
Preventin' us to burgeon like presidents in Virgin-I-Aaa, Hee Haww
Slowly walkin' us around
I just caught a opp walkin' by himself, I don't need a mask
I be on your street by myself, I don't need a pass
Blue tips and that FN, yeah they
Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married
We'll say no man
But you can do the job
While you're in town
Later on, we'll
money
and my heart in my music
full circle come full moonin'
brand new movements
touch a M like soon quick
J gon' order oysters by the pool straight
by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems to me that in a school
popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in
turn you to dust
Hope fuck niggas perish
For the In Gods We Trust
Probably walkin' with a hundred thou on (yay)
With a funny nose, couldn't clown
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid the plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland...
I'm the greatest and that's pound for pound
Kicked all of the squares outta my circle, copped a 30 round
Lining all my ducks up in a row I'm fenna knock
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