Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
You're gonna make me act a fool in it hey girl you want to see me act a fool in it
I know you wanna feel me act a fool with it
When I see that body
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
Everybody's riding on a runaway
Smack the mouse
Someone's trying to take it all
Burn the house
I better get a fire wall
[Chorus:]
If you think it's
free
I do it with a CDR
Don't look now
I think we're on a runaway
Everybody's riding on a runaway
If you think it's crazy?
You know you're not
weather
Come out the tunnel to the light saying
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give
We used to laugh
Under the pouring rain
Made everyone by the table sneeze from salt and pepper
Threw sand against the wind
In crowded places
And with
If this trap the trap you talking bout
We walking in with choppas out
Killing shit like monster house
Left dead niggas haunted house
Like mole rats
and also the psychology
I'm emcee etymology, powered by curiosity (Unh, yeah)
Just tell me what's so hard about it
Why am I a secret / That you kept private
you understand then you throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
twenty-five
She want two kids by twenty-nine
And a big house by the hill side
I don’t really care about her drive
She won’t have sex with any guys
She makes
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad
The pastor said, "You can kiss the bride"
As I looked through my tear filled eyes
A perfect couple with the greatest of pride
Isn't that the way it
Krueger imp'n on shoulders putting the lights out
Open eyes up no you can't sleep tonight y'all
They stealing dreams and will have your souls by
the DVD
And said Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
Well I don't know how to tell you.
You can tell me any
Thing that you want
when you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up
when you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up
stuck alone inside our house we ain't got nothing to do
So 2022 can you please hurry it up
Cause I'm so done with the abuse
We've had way more than enough
teaches of you and I do, no wonder they want to fight you
Raised by hypocrites you feel lied to
Graffiti the land with skyscrapers
Graffiti the sky
bobbing your head to the beat
Want my lil baby to buss out the jeans
Show me the strength that you got in them knees
Uh huh
Want a house by the lake
and no one's there
Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by
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