I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch At the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga You still a bitch nigga Sticking ya head up at a meter now you
in a bowl Woulda hit him in the dark And in the light I still wont miss With a gat an ? ? ? Muthafucker I'm a go-getter Hit a nigga in the spot And
, I'm a thug I done considered a change but what for Alla my homies in pen fields I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them I gotta tell 'em how
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, let's go 12 A.M. on the way to the club, 1 A.M. DJ made it a rub 2 A.M. now I'm gettin' with her 3 A.M. now I'm splittin'
if I'm up in the Maybach Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes, resents take place We'll still proceed you with a
out there on the football field Doing my thug thizzle still but you know Just being high for life is a different feeling You should try it my brother, I'm telling you it's a
makes me free 'Cause I believe that Your love can save even a wretch like me This race is not just for the runners Some of us walk while others barely
common ground Nothing's left, hold it [Incomprehensible] There must be some common ground Oh, the wrecking fields are a terrible place With a sulfurous smell and a
still care Yeah, I still care And the smoke curls like a river To some forgotten land Floating abandoned The mystery concealed Like the moonlit shadows On a snow-covered field
, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes (Amen, amen, amen) Had a girl named shhh, she was movin a sssss I was pullin a oooh, she was movin a whoo! Did it
pick you up , pick you up While your people drown, drown I hope your happy And you sleep so great at night While the lovers cry Like tryna get a hold
dumpsters are giving And I'll pray every night to St. Giles But I still think that life's for the living At least for a while At least for a while
heading home Still the wind blows, calm and silent Carries news from a distant shore Still the wind blows, calm and silent Carries news from a distant shore Still
, and I'm on your tail... Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield) Elusive... catch rest for the day. I don't want replicated History Fired in a kiln
I walk the tightrope on my way home You're my backbone I know you're somewhere close behind me I walk the fault line in a dirt field in the spring time
again Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital And Gauguin, he buggered off, man, and went all tropical While Philip Larking stuck it out in a
a bunny, please, please.a?? Finally Andy would step up to the big thermometer and take a swing. The indicator would rise a few inches and a??Try again
s a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while Can't you see my eyes they're trembling Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage A fanatic