road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If
vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with
dead, I gave him a gentle shake When he opened up his eyes, I said, ?Old man, are you okay?? He said ?I just crawled out of a cottonwood tree I was runnin
soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window wide open African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye not even
I made wishes that never came true Apparitions of angels with angry eyes Appeared at each new moon My own ghost be gain whispering Trees died if I tried
. the world is topsy turvy. god hates red meat, god hates weird people, i prefer things to be one on one solely, even if it's unhealthy, even if it
hand and i would shoot the breeze with the roots and trees i'd go by the river and watch the way the devil dances but never took his hand even though
here to travel And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves. We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence And expense forth the truth. if
] The way is clear, The light is good, I have no fear, Nor no one should. The woods are just trees, The trees are just wood. I sort of hate to ask it,
po's chase Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways And even when I'm dead and gone My
.." If you can drink tap water and breathe the air Say "shh...", say "shh.." If the playground is clear of stems and syringes Say "shh...", say "shh.." And if
painful the hangover was today In front of the toilet, hands and knees Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves My baby made me some coffee Afraid that if
video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk Off? What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
are open sweating trying to find this piece I cant miss it if I see it wooden handle shinny edge shredding it every angle as if I jump off a league
Old French braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead
bitches wanna shut me down Pullin plugs on the microphones. Hatin on the individual handle Mr. Bones Hope your speaker's eight ohms or they dead blown If
soft cotton dress On the line hangin' dry The windows wide open African trees Bent over backward In a hurricane breeze Not a word of goodbye Not even
morn because I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the trees And I can even