Lyrics:
My house doesn’t even feel like a home
Bottles of wine
I get drunk all night long
Whatever drug
Is never enough
Is never enough
Is never enough
I
they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy
Going illegal speeds I’m back and forth down Chenal
I used to whip it through Markham, but traffic lights are too long
You sit at ya grandma home, I’m
got the time to lay it down
They want me to wine and dine
I’m chasing money by the mile
These niggas are real cowards
Everywhere I go
My haters they
the walls
Burning all the wind that blows
What makes me feel that I'm
Ready for this world?
And you, when you've got to go
All I have to say is I'm impressed
wondering,
Success will carry on when I'm long gone follow me,
Plan to leave a legacy, money for my family,
For generations after me, erase the pain
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(light 'em up)
Don't come actin' juvenile
It's just a waste of time
(Now move them hands up off yo' hips)
Old enough to get it on
As long as you're
too clear
But I'm tryna see how you wine
'Gradulate me, I'm facing my fears
Used to be overwhelmed by the tension
But if somebody lent me an ear
Girl,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
claiming they land was yours
Then used the law to justify killing black folks in they homes
And he ain't let off George's neck, so we ain't letting off
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
Girl, I've had enough
Yeah, we need to talk
I've been thinkin' 'bout this
For a couple months too long
Took some shots to call you up
It ain't
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
that week and you’re going through all your food
One place to go, and one thing to do
Joe, I’ve known you so long and I know you so well
I used to go
walk by.
Fine as a fine glass of wine.
Let the time pass.
Can't find rhyme to define that.
You live in my mind. Who designed that?
I'm intertwined,
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
kamienia
Do ścian burzenia
Znow dam Ci do myślenia
Gdyby nie fate one
Nie bylo by mnie tu i znów w Londynie
Nagrałem fate two
I znów George ze mna
He dreams
obviously must
Worship, since they were dressed
In black of course, speculation snowballed
Into making me the poster boy
For everything that is bad
In
She was sexy she was sweet
Running barefoot in the street
Sipping wine out of a flask
Drinking vodka by the glass
Yeah she used to knock 'em back
it around
For good luck cause I've never had faith enough fuck that.
I've never had faith
Boy was jus like me
Never had faith
Fuck that
Fuck that
Never
the sea
Ain't no peace young cats rather beef
Not enough Indians everybody chiefs
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East
is active now
How far will you go for exposure?
Little homie in the paint tryna post up
Don't make me have to put you on a poster
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