I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star To pray on, or wish on, or something like that I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy Whose
Oh, you already know what it is We got anotha one, boy, ATL (Just throw it in the bag) Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son? Wassup Fabo? Hey man, I got that black
We put our heads in bags for you We go out of our way to help We put our heads in bags for you We go out of our way to help There's nothing but the best
I'll bring the bag of weed You can bring the bottle of wine Call me whenever, we can get together And have us a real good time I'll bring the bag of
(Leskiw) Been playin' in a band for 99 years Been doin' these tunes just to please your ears Follow the changes, there are but three They can change,
These niggas man, what's the matter wid these niggas man? Nah man I'm puttin this shit up, fuck dat man Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again I know
you say i need help you're gonna read me the riot act i'm stuck in the refrigerator of your ignorance well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be
I got my hand on my damn cock/ And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock/ I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/ Is like lewis Fericon
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup And one of them big long cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said,?Dylan, who??
No time to fuck But you like the rush And where would we be without sums Deals we make Brown paper bag Makes for a hat When it rains on your head, mate
Im the dandy highwayman who youre too scared to mention I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention The devil take your stereo and your
You took my guitar you took my amp You picked the wrong day you picked the wrong man Gonna storm your office gonna kick down your door Cause I'm not takin
Chorus: Where Im From These Boys Go Out n Bang LO LOs wit the doors out to swing Aint no issue an' it damn sure aint gon' miss u if its out to get you
[Chorus] All on me cuz all I do is ride around the Bently coupes Got no need she got me buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop Ah
( grape ) There was a man who told us all about his yesterdays He said that come the come, come revolution praise And though we talked about him, walked
(Kenya Slaughter Walker/Nick Pellegrino) I called him for days, he didn't answer the phone I drove by his house, I knew he was home A week's worth
Black rubber bags. Sunburns in a perfect day. Now smell the air of this perfect sky. Silent sweet, a precious place, desirable shade. Beneath the pinyon
Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's The little old bird woman comes In her own special way to the people she calls Come buy my bags full of crumbs
