(Conversation on boat). . (King Kirk). We might be on the mob's hitlist y'all really with this?. Well we got five minutes so dive in it and get it with the quickness.
An angel. An immortal spiritual creature. Attendant upon God. An angel. A guardian sent to overlook. . Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the thug life lookin' nox.
VERSE 1. . When the night falls. And all the children's parents turn their lights off. A fog is building where the afterlife calls home. Where the white carved stones.
VERSE 1. . Girl, you got me wrong. We got along. But not because of your strange chemistry. You're in the workspace next to me. And they got rules about this kind of stuff.
VERSE 1. . Model citizen, I've never even jaywalked. And if my job we're given 'em I'd never need a day off. And I don't have to dream of ever being paid more.
INTRO. . She's the poster girl. For facists and sadomasochists. Or anybody looking for an ass to kiss. She controls your world. And snatches your ego at the wrist.
Talk about it let them talk. You feel it in the air with a. Let them talk let them talk. Let them talk let them talk. Mother fucker let them. With a . shake shake up the ..
It's your boy SPM yall. And you know as I sit up in this cell. I think to myself. I'm really blessed man. I get so much love. And I gotta thank you for that that,.
Yes yes. Wintersessie en ehh.. We zijn nu in killings kills studio. En dat is vanwege deze man vooral hier. Steen verbannen uit het BNN gebouw. Spinal staat er naast, ijskoude wintersessie.
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The screams from my alarm scares the sleep from me. It s my sleep thief it steals dreams from me. It s an invention invented with the intention of compelling.
I walk the night street with lost souls. We converse in common codes. So unload our desires and wishes. Sparking spliffs is more than a stimulant its how assimilate.
OK, I can see you held it down and learnt patience,. Cause some reasons are without their explanations,. This is my song so let me explain the situation,.
This is for the tat on my wrist this is for the black of my fist. This is for the s in my lisp this is for my beating heart in my chest on the life yes.
I made some mistakes in my life that I m not proud of see. And I hope that doesn t mean now I m trying it will be harder for me. I been hurt and its not an excuse but it s a reason.
2 am in my hostel bed, my eyes them red, my belly aint fed,. I got butter but I aint got bread and I m smoking on my last cigarette.. I aint got creds I can t make calls, got no papers I got no jewels..
Life is learn live thats all it is. I been from school to kicked out sixth form to kicked out. Mums to kicked out doors dont open much. Its more like a bum rush Im quick to throw thumps.
I watched you leave and it was hard to breath,. My chest got tight like I got asthma and I don t even smoke like that. But how can I take you back when, we don t even work like that.