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Everything's Fine
01:07
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Rap Is Something You Do
chorus
Quelle:
My contributions to this scam
Jean:
Iâm wearing overalls one shoulder off
Dwayne Wayne flip glasses
Syrup for my cough
Itâs gone be lit. I ainât wrote shit
I mean I just understand rap. Like itâs inside of me. Like old school. I so respect it. It says Tupac on my shirt.
Everyone can say nigga. Itâs 2000 andâ¦.
Verse:
Youâre Dot in the Wiz you bring nothing, you ruin shit, douchey Axe body spray influences,
Why I gotta deus ex machina things Iâm done doing this
Save yourself, useless untie the neck nooses, Iâm tired semi-colon sick I done threw up the deuces 86 times,
with no,
hint of, shtick
On the bull eye , tick lyme,
older than the distance of Reticuli, thatâs particularly relevant so you know when I kick it I be an elephant man
Not a Joseph Merrick an elephant, fam,
never forget like America the land of the klan
They gave you tha,t I gave you 9 minute schoolgirl rants ,
Jill Palance epic eastern manifestos while youâre on keisters waiting a trend to pop off,
you knock off chinatown alleyway circle jerk box office ratings you tube reviewer shut up
Youâre contributing nutta thing, did I stutter,
Youâre not helping --
Chorus
Quelle:
My contributions to this scam
I came in with a 40 oz, 5 niggas is came up with, they all rap too, 100 CD-R discs, 3 fire 16s and a dime bag
I brought 2 bottles of Alize to get us straight, 2 stunts I been trying to stunt on from round the way, plus my little man hereâs the truth peep what he gotta say.
Verse:
Class in session. No questions. Hands down.
Pick up the mic up and I make the bionic man sound.
Ya clan trying to get in the lens they all fans now. Been hip hop since Kris Kross was turning pants round.
Errbody wanna be a brand. I follow the bar code. Don't write bars for the scans.
And get bread. Counting carbs is the plan. Big for the britches. Slurred slick talking off the liquids. Trowing up like I'm crip walkin.
Boning up on the flow circa 94.
Peep how the kid went from a wee bit cold to cryo.
The pro black coal like Christâs toes.
Bless his soul. Optimist Esther Rolle. Disc jockies jock the discs.
Too sqoo.
Out the pad or off the top like lice. Jumping.
High brain fried like rice and small prawns.
Against slight odds and long arms of blue bloods in white hoods.
Mad cause we young black niggas hanging out in white hoods.
Low budget studios. Pop stopper mama pantyhose.
Now the COâs got Grammy cameos. Red bottoms on they high school sweethearts hammer toes.
A jay before the Emmys like Boy Better Know.
Chorus
Quelle:
My contribution to this scam
I got my rhyme books in my backpack and a fat sack. Just the contact could set you back like is was fall black and all that
Let's go listen to this shit in the ride. Roll through the hood bang it out on ten all night. My cuz got the plug in at power 105.
Jean:
Hi I got my selfie stick cause I do it for the Gram. The Flat Tummy Tea cause I do it for the brands. I make a rap album because anybody can.
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Verse
Quelle
All star big boy with the 4butter Doug Prishpeed.
Tryin to snag a bag the size of Kris Kristy.
We come thru snapping your city's a wrap big Leslie.
We show up and show out like Eddie snapping on Reggie.
I'm chill but chill don't make me bust up ya headpiece. Seen.
Ya styles is ass. Ya fans is g string.
You can beat then join em your stance is weakling.
The bass fuck up your face and ainât the weekend.
Fans beg him to leak the new heat like Trumps staff.
Daft deep in the bloodline like Bubba with shrimp. Traveling man the plans to go out with a Gump past.
Make your radio sign up for tender and swipe right cause I'm the stereo type like niggas who run fast.
You got hate on ya plate and loss in your lunch bag.
You're whole album needs saving. My features a must have.
Your engineer be like Rock on the clock cause he dumps trash.
Whoever said it ain't been done don't know I did it. Been doing it since niggas fitted cap wasn't fitted.
All that and a sack of snacks with the sammiches.
Then smoke it out like Tatsu with the foot ninja vanishing.
Big noggin colorful paper my peoples is handling.
King of the ring sting with aluminum bats shit.
And if they claim that they do what I'm doing is bat shit. Like fuck you and err nigga that you ever rapped with.
I got money on me getting money something reckless. That's an investment.
Them Vibe niggas no jive now that's a collective. All in all even my flaws is impressive.
They call it complex. I call em ol common bitches with collars on necks. It's calling vs text. You heard the inflection bredren the message ain't mixed.
You know what I meant. I said what I meant.
Chorus
Oh Shit 3x
This for dummies who from like they know shit
My wise heads still grinding to grow shit
Oh shit 4x
This for my honeys with money that own shit
My blowed niggas get money and grow shit
Verse:
Hannibal
I ainât got not fur coat but I got a book bag full of merlot. Iâm lying I ainât got no fucking merlot.
I drink whiskey but I do want a fur coat. This shit is trippy.
Just in the bar spitting bars at the bar. Go to the bathroom. The a shit the I hop in a Uber car.
Too bazaar you know who you are. You should get hit by a moving car.
You stupid broads make me too exhausted. Whatâs going on?
Are you retarded?
Iâm not retarded.
Is that your father?
A tragic liar. Is that designer?
Is that a fire? Remember Mya?
Iâm awkward with chopsticks. Iâm like aww shit,
Chorus
Verse:
Jean
Shit fucking right flame on
Phoenix Krush your whole groove
Rae Dawn
Get 86âed Radon
First gimme your love, Barry, Faison
itâs the real Serenade swan song , face palm Scherazade, but I killed the king on day one.
Heritage, part asian
Smack your merit badges off your body with a baseballâ¦. bat
Stay strong.
Niggas act like Iâm elusive and Medusa
clueless as they never knew there was a man with Luther. Stupid.
Avon like slayage from door to door, but they ignore for more dumb shit the gaul
From Charles Degaulle to yâalls bar⦠beotch.
Large halls, small spaces like Fiats.
your balls, and malt balls.
Same scale.
my guffaws at your barrage of all star false grails
Is loud and obnoxious like thereâs noxious gasses in the air
Collins, Im Indiana on columns
Cares, donât got em
shit, what For nada
Nothingâs a problem unless your face is not in the gutter, youâre trash.
SHIT.
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Verse :
Quelle
If you two wheel and tryin to chill getta kick stand.
Everybody getting money had a game plan.
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man.
Everybody alt right gotta be white.
Everybody disagree gotta be wrong.
Everybody black dick gotta be long.
Every mixtape dropped gotta be free.
Everybody from the hood gotta be g.
Everything in the news gotta real right.
Every jew golden rule gotta save bills.
Every young nigga got a dead beat daddy.
Every independent lady attitude trashy.
Anybody ain't lit gotta be old.
If you dressed like that gotta wanna fuck.
If i got locks then i gotta stay blowed.
And if it ain't fronto it's gotta be a blunt.
And if I cop squares why they gotta be ports.
Either keep it real or you uncle Tom bugging.
If two ain't the same why one gotta be broke.
You can play the game I ain't gotta be nothing for you.
But me. From the head nappy to feet. Can't hurry sum so complete.
Took time like duck confit. If spaceships too far from ya reach.
It's weightless way down in the deep. Yeah.
You ain't bout to have me losing no sleep cause I'm grinding you ain't bout to see me snoozing no sleep same time man
Verse:
Jean
Young girl side ponytail thrift store garb
Frizzy hair, bookworm, but street smart
Immigrant, children watching Buckwheat late night
Listen to Depeche Mode Big Audio-o Dynamite,
Identity crisis are coming later vices are coming even later prices for a life lived (lived)
Without life built for the right price guilt,
Cause you can be the things they say to be and get killed (killed)
With difficulty comes learning, where typically those, less exposed to those burdens
Can flourish without knowing themselves, without growing themselves
Without them moments of doubt, moments of bells all ringing singing low self
Esteem, Jean walk a hundred feet tall, walk mean, talk obscene, craw guffaw,
Cross Scenes , never cross on the green cause fuck yo standards
Cause I ainât gotta be nothing for you but me
From my 3b down to feet
canât fathom how itâs so complete
Take your time like duck confit
Spaceships they ainât never out of reach
Im up high and down down in the deep
You ainât bout to have me losing no sleep cause Iâm grinding
You ainât bout to see me snoozing no sleep same time man
For the 10 ft short. 100 degrees cold. Riding high on summit low. Mighty weak. Light as stone. Pretty ugly. Faded glow. Hold on tight I'm letting go. 1 million dollars poor. Live to die. Dying to grow. (Repeat)
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7. |
Peacock
03:16
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Verse:
Jean
They came first for me and I spoke up
With every line I spoke they just tightened the yoke up
No silver linings cept their lining all their coke up
On the mirrors reflecting damn nothing on the close up
they succubi, vampires fucking suck you dry
aint nothing will change if chains is the bucket list
I can see em praying everyday thatâll weâll fucking die.
ingrained, and deep down does the bucking get.
Ima proponent of the mainframe hacking, if it wasnât built for me
Iâll take the game layân axe in crack skin pull back treat it as Iâm operating a mature bris
bitch Whatâs your purpose
You can see I aint reigned in no puppets upon me
Hey
The pressure, whatâs it feel like
Whatâs your souls deal like
Cause Iâm so free
Now I know what it means be a shutout, for choosing ironically never to live as a cutout
the use of technology equal to having a gun out, my open carry of self is offensive as a motherfucker
Just so younger couples can maybe see us and come up with another way to run up in these open lanes among us
catch your throat in a yes sir. Debt occurred
Get yer black ass
Of their turf.
Be great.
2nd Verse:
Quelle
They be pushing me to the point of pressure.
In need of therapy with pressure points.
I hit a joint to sore higher than a airliner.
This wasn't bout the coal miners since cold opens. Live from new York.
The black alien space race Malikai York.
The smash grab no hash tag riot for sport. The way they burned down Greenwood and Rosewood, Florida.
They reserved the hood for ya to preserve the jail quota.
Cause what's the law to a land owner when trespassing is our only way of passing and they shot on sight.
I hope the truest make it through the night. Control delete alt right.
The harmony off key. I'll take the Colin Kaepernick knee. Like you ain't bought to off me cause I am free.
An open book. That you can quote without cliff notes. And you can judge it by the cover with the metal wrists and noose throats.
I'm trying to delegate a new hope
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Who stopped cosby from copping nbc
They did it
Who shot ya favorite emcee
They did it
Es cu che
My nigga said they did it
The ouiji board said they did it
And i aint play wit it
They did it
Quelle verse:
Tell me something I already know.
A circus round every corner but I ain't compelled to go like Cool James without his radio.
And every Eve, Dick and Teddy got a cameo. The Daily Hoe.
Be paleo
come up off the bread and we GTG.
lols for the ELE.
17 plus years post Busta Bust predictions.
Everybody want a slice from the fruits of labor pie plus the crust is hitting
or so been told
or sold
one of the two.
Might go back to some hood I don't rep and buy sodas for the youth.
The oldest trick in the book. what a goof.
Slip a ring off a star while aloof.
Trying to come up on a spirit dinner Groupon before the kids decide that I rappin too long.
With money long and thick as udon.
Hunched over walking like old white politicians.
You know the zombies who lobbied to eat the president
sweating watching they gene pool grow irrelevant.
I ain't trying to be halibut in this small pond.
I'd prefer to evolve and get my walk on. Greasy.
Get a busted clone like Yeezy.
Dye my hair blond crying bout how you need me.
OKs over the eyes like MD throw Old Bay over the fries.
The cigarette smoking man in the long corridor eyeing.
Knowing how the music can influence stark climates.
Put on shades
Amazing grace
became obey
Put on shades
Amazing grace
became obey
Put on shades
Amazing grace
became obey
Denmark Verse:
Rappin bout martian
unidentifiable large discs
tall greys pop out with state of the art tits
tex avery eyes
tongue out like a carpet
call tommy lee jones
and will smith aww shit
satellite feed of the sacrifice feast
Where elite pronouns Eat the weak
for the harvest
Eyes wide shut
Masked plutocrats
Ball at bohemian grove on the google map
and stupid stacks
you aint dat stupid stupid
you know whats at the root of that
EVIL
nsa know where they do that at
hack me and you getting dick pics and malware
gon head leak them BITCHES
matter fact
ill share
we can kazaam the whole zip
for a file share
v for vendetta profile with the wild stare
I blame the boule
The masons
mufon
The koch brothers
Coen brothers
Single mothers
stone cutters
Cfr
Joan rivers
The theys the themsThe deys and seys and beys
Conspiracy craze wave The phrase that pays
White collar suits that look like Dave Coulier
Who stopped cosby from copping nbc
They did it
Who shot ya favorite emcee
They did it
Es cu che
My nigga said they did it
The ouiji board said they did it
And i aint play wit it
In broad day
You gon let me get away wit it
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Breakfast of Champions
03:14
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Verse:
Quelle
I woke up ate my breakfast.
A full plate of posts and texts.
Saw somebody else got shot up this time by some cops in Texas or Vinigia.
Can't remember can't keep count. They rope a doping trying to wear down my emotions.
But if they just abided they'd be cool. If they say jump you say how high.
You know it's wrong you say alright.
And do you look em the eyes boy. Be quite boy.
Sound familiar huh boy? Pause. Or find yourself a quote end quote martyr for the cause.
A mural on a wall.
A hashtag for teen white kids to troll for angry response.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
You just another angry nigga shouting.
What you pressing? Why you pouting?
Why still singing we shall overcome in the 2000s?
Devils trying to turn this car around while we been asking are we there yet for the last 400 miles like
Fuck. Damn. Shit. Wow.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out like
Damn shit fuck wow.
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
It's bound to wreck you're body or straight burn ya body out
Verse:
Jean
Woke up in a cold sweat drenched like Iâm Ronald in a Genesis
Spent and I havenât even been awake for minutes in this time I sometimes think maybe itâs better with religion
An invisible man and he can quantify the pain weâre given, (right)
Surviving
Cause surviving ainât the same as really living (ah)
Please Teach the babies that (please,) educate the children
Freeze now they on the concrete pleading for forgiveness
I donât what type of litmus test this shit is, but dig this
Itâs beats your body down, and straight burn your body out
So you waste your time just catering to pain, Party Down
Getting through the day to day to maintain, is hard as hell
It ainât fucking fair
Itâs not just get over it over
Or get over it sober
Nobodies past the quotas and nobodies past agendas
Itâs just hard to sing some lullabies to sleep
When they pumping in your, pumping in your, pumping in your jeep jeep
It ainât Iâm not a warrior, bitch Iâm Dora Milaje
My mother was a freedom fighter like writer Aja Monet
Iâm a well seasoned veteran old bay, I donât need OJ to get off on some murders
I need veteran racists off pay, and in jail, but the bastards seem to linger some chemtrails
As children calm their mamas while they stare at daddyâs entrails
Come on,
how much more evidence you want
Maybe you could use your privilege like a human shield in front
Without the Pepsi, miss me
I pray the bullets miss me, but you not about that life
So let me tell you how this shit be itâs like
Fuck damn shit wow
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Like damn shit fuck wow
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Itâs bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
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Quelle verse:
Ladies and crackers
Niggas and gentlemen
The Ohs original cruddsters in the tenement
Antonio Vargas Flyguy chain big shit
High big spliffs
Up the window break the rental in
Trash laced with pizzazz
Walk with the sane relate with mad
Q Chris sipping on piss
The only thing neat is the Knob Creek
Q Chris sipping on piss
The only thing sweepstakesâs is the MD two zero backslash twenty
Mad dogs Mae heathcliffs cross the street
Riff Raffs flag a cab
Catch me outside how bout that
I maneuver the game of life and mousetraps
Threw some crudd on it make that good snap back
Mike Epps slapen her fatty
Pulling her rat yack
Throw a little dirt on em (2x)
Droog verse:
Spll my beet drink and rub my stink feet on the laminant
Stalker fans come through and examine it
Make songs with my fam and they jamming it
Slap the phone out ya hand for Shazzaming it
Into a pile of vomit
Hip hop ahmet ertegun
See me like damn same shirt again
I donât care who act funny trying to rank
If thereâs money in the motherfucking bank and a tank full
Q can roll a dank like an ankle
Weâre thankful
Give praise to Puerto Rican Jesus
Run straight to the mirror and squeeze puss
All I see is black heads and white heads
Keep my shirt on
Not sexy enough like Right Said Fred
Strutting on stage with swamp butt
Hunchback posture and gut
Looking like the number 6
If I bend down might see crack like when the plumber comes to fix
With B.O. use cologne to try and mask it
Go so hard might blow a gasket
Singlehandedly lowering all the greatest rappers caskets
Chorus:
Throw a little dirt on em
Sprinkle a little dirt on em
splash a little dirt on em
Flash a little dirt on em
(2x)
Jean Grae Verse:
Fire off five shots, and a maniacal laugh
then point the six shooter in your stache,
and run down viable paths for said bullet.
Lex Luthor minding your ass And then pull it.
Iâll give you a dirt bath, your forever home,
as I tip in your body from back in the Hertz man,
no one ever know
(I keep secrets)
Heathcliff, double life without the rapes constructing like Hephaestus,
if the reference lost, look up your Greek shit
Was the moniker, While Mmenochâs busy,
Iâm busier, shape shift Vivica A face,
manslaughter like friends of Monica
Fuck your Rachel, Phoebe, Ross chronicles,
Khadija Max, Kyle bae honest tho
Hakuna Matata not now,
Omarosa not now
vamanos, gotdamn
Feel like The Babadook in his top hat,
on a rainbow float in a crop top cause take what you owed,
And make it your own, and throw the dirt up on em.
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Zero
04:45
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Hacksaws, crass, Black Rachmaninoff
Smack paws with the cats from the Donner Party,
Thatâs a body partyâ¦.Ciara
Nevada
Hunterâs lawyer, scared of nada
Paranoia among you marionettes is fodder for me
tell you father for me I said âwhat up, but donât call meâ
Whatâs the story? Glory, never. Not even when Iâm salt and pepper youâll go on and ignore me. Forever.. Cardi.
Still carded, immortal form in the shape of adorable stay sharper than Dominican barber shape ups
Marble
tabletop elegance
Parker Posey Peter New York elements
Par irrelevance, Smithsonian twice, pardon your feigned ignorance
Bitch pardon your life,
cotta terra color, botticeli body, mind a mile minute, the pedagogyâs for no fucks. Infinite
Get yours.
Better keep a medevac hovering 24, or the faults all yours as you draw your last breaths
and I draw chalk while youâre still talking all stressed
spitting ipecac, call your family, bawl out your chest boy
Act Next door, demeanor with the neck tats
Confuse,
Textbook procedure with an exact-o,
pro-fuse use of calling me sassy motherfucker
Balderdash Iâm the original nasty motherfucker
Lets dance
Chorus:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Zero
Fucks to give
You already know Iâma reign on it, bring me the check,
King Me
Fire, brimstone, magma, lava, Dylan, molten granite, dollars
Kimchee,
longer it sits stronger the emcee
but no literal sitting humility
Nobody touch her
Nobodies given immunity and I start killing dusk at tho
Everybody doing the hustle like Iâm shooting in a crowded disco
You pop cap locks, brother.
Ya missed me.
Did ya miss me, well you should have bought the catalog, stupid.
you getting watchu put in, pudding, clueless
I donât make personal house calls to do this, foolish.
Rules is nixed,
cause my whole donât exist, and if donât go on a list
Then why the fuck should I color in lines
Iâm colored in fine, new Crayola color
I see you colored in mine
Now who you say your motherâ¦me?
Chorus
Brutal, sharp, harsh wit get it in
better than pseudo, better men
Been yelling Uno
Since I was stepping in
Kudos, nada
Feel Uber lyft out, Juno?
Haha.
Even in rudimentary form, in top form but youâve been pawned like Iâm not born
I pom pom myself solo tho, cheers, go alone mon ami holding no fears
Say uck em
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Quelle verse:
One city defines the state of a cold counrty
8:50 the night devours the day hungry
Providing light for freaks who precede from the rosters of
1/5 of club hoppers rocking their favorite outfits
1/5 of foreheads tipping a fifth of vodka
1/5 of big fella thug niggas lifting the block up
The other 2 vary in hoods through various projects
And middle class areas carrying angels and monsters
This is life
Hip hops most dangerous topic
embedded in prophets who preach in the presence of mosh pits
But even in itâs most hectic the city is precious
The powerful pressure felt when learning a hard lesson
Confessions of first times in your life line
Came with the sunshine after nights far from your right mind and
Sometimes itâs beautiful
Sometimes itâs not
Sometimes itâs knucklehead niggas
Lotta times itâs the cops
Some brothers live in the dark all day rotting between a rock and a hard place
Because the light of day is a way to chase ya liquor up
And it takes a hard shake to wake a nigga up
Working the graveyard shift to get ya figures up
Hitting the strip club
Dollars weighing them strippers down
Like everybody waiting for the moon to come around
Anna Chorus:
Donât waste your dreams
Itâs never gonna be perfect
Know how it seems doing now
Itâs always worth it
Sometimes it feels like
You canât hold on
But hold hold
donât let today bring you down
Baby donât you wait for the moon to come around
Jean verse:
Fernandaâs mama said work hard, live hard because your time is short
Exactly why I kicked my life into high gear when my mama died
Less traumatized than apologetic
For all the times, I waited on some kinda rise up revolution from the people forget
To make me equal, to level the playing field at least to,
Let me play the game
But these two could never play the same
I should known it from her own shit how polarizing bullshit gender get Race get
Perception get
Stay in your place get
Know you role, no regrets
Connection of your faith in yourself
And owning it
Wish she could've lived out all her wishes fully without all her ties to us
and I say that with the understanding that I never couldâve lived out all my wishes even partly without all her ties to us
But I'm alive so thus
I never wait for tomorrow cause itâs the future and this linear times a vacant suture
Praise Tesla
Never wait for shit to happen is the primal lessonâ¦. So you best to get down now, come on
Chorus
Mosel verse:
Moon, scratch that Muna
In Arabic that be desire,
a frequent flyer
Fixing up my discipline the days reveal my Destiny,
niggas cant eff with me, like Nasirâs daughter.
Better get your money up, the Rap Gods taunt us
Mistakes from the previous generation still haunt us
The age of awakenings upon us, but they donât really want us to tap into Ubuntu regardless
Folks waiting for the moon.
Iâm waiting for my son to come around,
cause my BM on her BS, what a fucking clown
What Iâm gone do now?
Be stressed, psyche we blessed to travel peaks and valleys
Allah Subhanwatallah is keeping the tallies of lifeâs test
So reverence your testimony with glory
Al Rahman ir-Rahim authored the story
Abdul Jabbar used to spit bars in cars with Corey
Mosel been that nigga since I was dating Midori
Rewind Selectah! But time flies
I done seen thousands of moons in my lifetime
I done seen it from both sides of the globe clothed under luminous night skies
Theyâll be plenty more moons InshaâAllah
Everybody waiting for they moon to come around
Iâm just praying that my son can hear me now
Chrous
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15. |
River (feat. Anna Wise)
06:56
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Jean verse:
Itâs hard to say that we could never speak again,
Or even just to keep it frequent, hard to keep it in
Harder to speak within the bars limits, of deep dissent
of weeping at 15 percent of caring where you keep your head
Of daring to pretend things would be different if just he was dead
Fingers hover over keys with just nothing to right wrongs, or write songs, so I close the window on it
Took me until my 30s just to put my finger on it, once you accept the knowledge solace doesnât follow honest
meet me back 89, where weâre babies still, before the new dawn of your mind, before you went dormant in pills
a kill switch I wish they made one, blaming one - motherfucker who still never changed from - blaming mom, blaming us, for addiction claiming none, praying 5 times a day was saving us?
Fuck him, thank him for the genes, unfortunately ainât enoughâ¦
cause ainât a love fucked if ainât love but thinking love hurts with them fists words, and the discourse fists firsts,
This passed over me landed on yâall
Watched you landing in walls
still mad my physical body wasnât damn strong, or mad tall, was just young, with this functional disability one,
Couldnât do all I wanted my mobility stunted, yâall I wouldâve killed him million hundred times, no stalling on it, gasoline pouring on it, thatâs Jean falling on it knife into his sternum, and Iâm turning on it, burn it all itâs worth it all, youâre worth it all, inverted comet collisions, and watch your comic book visions be fruitful
watch the dominant sibling be useful
Watch our lives be truth filled
Do you still⦠remember me and you still
Quelle verse:
We been through things. You been through things.
You Pepsi soda. You challenge.
Iâve seen you die a thousand times. And be reborn.
As something new. That yen and yen. That yang and yang.
Extremes. Shattered dreams.
New wokes.
We old folks still trying to cope
ain't no joke.
True I disagreed with some decisions.
That split the tree as we received as little seeds.
But we grown. You make yo bed. I make my own.
No stones tossed. Cause I done crosses lines plenty times.
Still you & you and I, the small fries, my sister and OGs.
Regrets cause I fade out. Then fade back.
I coulda this. I shoulda that.
Seen cul de sacs get cold from time to time.
Just mind your motives and hold ya mind.
In case these words find you in favor from the other side.
Sometimes we come out these cacoons as coons. Not buterflies.
Less cut and dry.
The under eyes got bags with tags from all the travels. We maintain.
With no regrets to proudly claim. The lost and found amongst these mental planes.
Everythingâs okay or so they say
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