me In spite of me... Something is dying tonight My old paddles off to Saturn Taking flight and the astronaut within me Has no air supply at all so So
with stripped innocence Not too long after that was I supplying shade For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid Monkeying around and now they're all
on the faces of Black Georgia, we shinin Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies after
My science spell decapitation That's how I break ya concentration Through a brain abrasion All around my protocol's devoted to demotin' y'all I noticed
: (feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
Whoodini Show 'em that a G can lead an army like Musalini Foreign minister signing an order that I should be captured Then they found the fool assassinated just moments after
) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them needness All of them lost
air, We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air, We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air, We don't care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin' air
the water supply that lovers will sip with Candles by thier sides And now, every home in this small town They feel the way i felt now Oh Wow, After all
the advocate" The fans fiendin' for it they got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their
one step above your own mother feeding you unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal you couldn't get this high without a fucking needle and a fucking supply
Acclimated and grew accustomed to all the gas and the fumes I bless the faithful with a plate full of lyrics till they were grateful You didn't see me at all
hand in the sky, other hand over my heart Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way After all
Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia, we shinin Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies after
In spite of me... Something is dying tonight My old paddles off to Saturn Taking flight and the astronaut within me Has no air supply at all so So he