through a tear blurred vision gaze. There has to be something better, we are eroded by rivers and carried out to the sea. Suffered by our ignorance,
better through a tear blurred vision gaze. There has to be something better, we are eroded by rivers and carried out to the sea. Suffered by our ignorance
someone?s ass If you don?t understand, don?t even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a father-less past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon
hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (Fuck
needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea,
off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
So get on your knees, and pray for...forgiveness (x2) We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea. I look up
curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic Success! An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus ' The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up I turned out
fuck you think this was? I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin with me Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (earth) nigga of the sea (sea) Nigga of the sky
remain in the cut, comprehendin' ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried
't what it was I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly 'Cause, I parted the sea
had the mission right from the start then I carried it then I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell you one more time stay real and stay up as
puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up my style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China sea
30 grand up in sacks I made it out nigga you know how the hood be I got the game sold up like some good weed You got it all fucked up like a lace front
it shines on everything That happens here on earth It rolls across the western sky And back into the sea And spends the day?s last rays Upon this fucked-up
time, ain't trying to get locked up Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on point Situations
a halo Clown, keep fuckin around, and you'll be dead G I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fuckin head like the Red Sea Charged up with anger,
drop 30 grand up at Sacs I made it out, nigga You know how the hood be I got the game sewed up like some good weed You got it all fucked up like a lace