Lyrics:
Stay reserved and cool
I know your mind is a tool
Don't converse with fools
From a distance whose who
Judge a man by his views
Not no diamonds or no
wolves, seeking whom they may kill
You 'll know them by the life they live and the massage they up hold
A tree is known by the fruit it bears and the seeds
Oh sing for me and think of me she mournfully did say
Sure I´m an Ulster Orangeman from Erin´s Isle I came
Pure old Dicey Riley I´m still haunted
shadows in the sun
Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom crashin'
Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashin' for
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
the stupid shit we did back in our adolescence
Messing with the guy in sporting goods cuz it's hilarious
Asking which weapon is best to kill our parents with
see that you tryna ruin me
I'll leave you bruised like brewery
Production is raw like Riley Reid
I'm going dumb, no Ivy League
+Ultra that boy that they
we struggle, claw for everything we got
Only turn the television to be told we're for naught
Forgotten by the aristocrats whose thoughts serve only for
vantage
Inhabited by some ancient entities whose every word is vintage
We're the silent characters sent to discourage Goldilocks from eating the porridge
Yeah, 2023 man (it's me, your bro)
Yo, you know?
Let's go (this my passion 4 rap)
This is a moment I've been plaining lots of months ago
The first
on whose brains end up on the board
step into my sights and I'll see ya to the Lord
It's a game I abhor but I play it once more,
it's hard just to know
a play.
It was the rush home from the boisterousness at the stream every evening before the tides rise, spurred by the thoughts of father's promise
it from my mother so its' inhereditary and very necessary to shine
Legendarily, heavily refined
[Q-Tip:]
Contemporaries like the Roots is so
unknown fair;
It seemed so sort of opportune, an answer to his prayer.
She flitted sweetly through his dreams, she haunted him by day,
She smiled through
livin')
Master P is in the house (Who's in the damn house)
Master P is in the house (Whose house is it)
Master P motherfuckin' house
holding that loaded gun
Up to my heart and blow it apart
Like you did that night
Now every corner of this house is like a ghost town
I found a piece
weather insane
Drop falls and it’s main, main reason i stay
November my mind, mundane is night time
So, baby that’s why, monday on de line
Soon morning
of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
It's bout
*inhale*
And sure we chase dreams
And sure we smoke weed
And sure we don’t feed
Ourselves the right food
But we know it
I had no idea that this is where my
counselor stands to leave
I'm back alone to grieve
As a sunset in gan Yisroel
There's a camper whose spirit is reaching its low
With no chayus at learning
she creeping, you thinking it's yours
That's just how women is, I reminisce
On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch
And I
at 5am I realise that love is a burden that pays off in the end
And they'll say that our love flies like a bird near limbless whose feathers are frayed
At whose request?
The contract's here
I want to see
My God, the price
It's rather high
Why, it's absurd
Oh, yes, I know
Inform your boss
That by
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