the children die? So he asked the Lord and the Lord said ?Man means nothing, he means less to me Than the lowliest cactus flower Or the humblest Yucca tree
but they wanna be up in the party Laughin' an' gigglin', sippin' on a Heinie Son you need a Tic Tac, your breath is gonna blind me Talkin' about, you
bad You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind
Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind
map now Radar can't even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk around just playin
up And I ain't gone leave you a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms And
train rolls in It goes like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost but now I'm just blind Palm trees an'
You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees 1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind My Momma
Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Hey hey hey, Monkey, monkey
two fine legs from the knees away." "Now Teddy me boy," the old widow cried "Your two fine legs was your mama's pride Them stumps of a tree won't do
squad stack plenty of G's And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [J. Cole - Verse 2] Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl My niggas hit the trees
Let me try this, Uh, Yeah Money coming soon, I'm out for Presidents to represent me, What up nigga? Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh, Gimmie my money, man, why
teach him that his skin black like oil that's for royalty Ill show him all the things that my pops was never showing me Treat him like a growing tree
't with you [Rapping: Dondria] I like the way you hold me from behind while I open the blinds You can see the sun shine, shining off of my spine You got me
ceiling to the floor The JETS step through the door issue them awards Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws You mad Upset, Me and your girl
killed that ho if you knew what I'd done to that (to that) She chopped my tree down, often if I slumber jack Beggin me to call but shit I don't know where
play me Get me in the bed to spray me Kisses of her lips taste like taffy Plus she wore the scent of tasprey Ask me if that attracts me Whispers in my
's by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it Then get back to me at your earliest
