sweat And you finally realize That it aint over yet 'Cos the way you've been feeling They must have hit a nerve I know it's not what you want But it'
a padded cell Defanged and declawed I'm living in hell it's a paradise fraud Straight jacket minds in line to be old Telling me to want, Let time slip
's keep it that way, okay [unverified] Meanwhile, later on underneath the river Some frogman slipped on his black beret Over his skin, tight rubbersuit, black
lips Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw and a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another
and the trapdoor of greasy black frizz that he combed from one side of his head to the other to hide his baldness in reality emphasized it It was 2:30
where you live My though, lickin it, got it initiative and jump in get your kid It's my word after the mid, she did that bit on your live Though, blame it
watch it bounce when I hit that dip come to close might get that clip click BANG don't trip, tech don't slip lets up the road go get my bitch get my
it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never
the lock on a cop handcuff Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox It's heavy
Some shit you might not see again And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it then And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it then And we
fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It's the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is
an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It?s the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out
just to clean I do it upper class so fasten your seat belts its so hot it will even make heat melt (woo, woo) so get a bowl and roll and ride slip through the slip
a dolla in a dream But it's all a nigga got so it's about that green And I'm all up in that spot Hey [Verse 1:] Yeah the mental state of a young black
it was the year '89 He stayed the freshest, Polo boots, wallies with them colorful low gooses Coming from Medina, we boost We up in A&S, slipping and
slight built It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad Like
strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip Come too close, might get that clip, click bang Don't trip, Tech don't slip, let's up the road, go get my