Lyrics:
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
this passin' by life
Nobody knows but don't let it get you down
Nobody knows that we've been (foolin') fooling around
Wastin time there's no need to talk
Politicians incorporated
Controls that you can't see
Paid for by our sponsors
And you're praised for your greed
Those who pay will get a voice
No hope for you
Reason you almost passed me by
What I was doing?
Who was I fooling?
I wasn't moving
Was never bold enough or wild enough
To get to win
All that's
[Music by Arkadius, Marcel, Lars; Lyric by Marcel]
[Arthur:]
"Shades'll grow stronger"
A dark voice calls
Out of the past
Minds too weak
To with
Like damn it so clear, like who is you fooling
Who is you fooling like, who is you fooling like
Mirror mirror on the wall but I see the truth
I'm
I don't want to sell my soul
Or make it to the point where I can't tell no more
You're the one to sacrifice yourself for dough
I'm the one who's
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
a lonely child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizarre
Every
lucid
Had a girl named April
Told her who are you fooling
It's like a game of Simon Says
I'm out here leading the movement
Like what are you doing
Rhymes
him and the t-shirt guy say by the edge of the pool
And when the girl who was really skinny
(and insensitive to climatic changes)
Took off her clothes
to me . . .
And thrill my haunted heart . . .
Be still, my haunted heart . . .
~ from the musical production "Inside U.S.A."
Music by Arthur
Djugudju
Sent by all the spirit's who'd
Love you to make jams here I am"
And I’m glad that he never left
Only had to make the next
Exit to reach the avenue
A Trade dawg you seen that bitch ass right there nigga
Hell yeah nigga
She had a phat ass
She had a phat ass for real
Who this on
Shit dawg there go
of looking
He was once a Connecticut Yankee
Who sat at King Arthur’s table
But that’s not the life inside a memoir
But within a glorious fable
As I walked by
Arthur Schopenhauer
While she got dicked down by her lover
Who was twelve years younger
There are many good mothers in the world
Yet how many of mothers
that you never lost hope in me, I can see through the cap you ain't fooling
It's a one way road, the signs are telling just to forget it, another lost
I'm a die legend
I'm a leave a legend
Standing on this corner, man this shit like suicide
You don't know who gon' slide
You don't know who gon' die
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
and the remedy
So you take your life for granted
In a heartbeat, it's cancelled
Don't you think you're the one who's the cancer?
Running wild from disaster
Go
How come I feel this cold on a steamy summer night
Buried by my thoughts
While you were putting your walls up
I guess it's true
We are done
It wasn't
and the remedy
So you take your life for granted
In a heartbeat, it's cancelled
Don't you think you're the one who's the cancer?
Running wild from disaster
Go
stupid
Bad lil bitch say she love me
Who are you fooling?
Pussy ass nigga still hating
Boy, I'm used to it
All that talking and critiquing
Nigga you do it
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