Airbnb
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โฑ๏ธ 2:32 duration
๐ ID: 11510447
๐ Lyrics
Politicksis
Kojaque
Ey, check it out
I think I have to go now
'Cause nothing's gunna change right
I'm dying in my home town
It's been this way my whole life
I think I have to go now
'Cause nothing's gunna change right
I'm dying in my home town
It's been this way my whole life
I came from the land where everything from the common cold
Straight to cancer can be treated with a flat 7-Up as the answer
Wooden spoon clasped in the hands of the master
The mother and the priest not the pastor
Not that it matters they been all put out the pasture
The good and the bad and the bastards
Couldn'ta come faster, good riddance
Hope the red man gives you hell. How'd you out do his bidding's?
But God saved his children no kiddin' (No kiddin')
Shout out to the rapists and the rulers and the racists
You can catch a size eight to the face
Nine lives hope your tents curb stomped
Elevens choked throat deep on a lace
Twelve teeth on my wrist like some new tooth bracelet
Misinformation's been rife in my city so we erect the murals
Let our paint the heart of the grit of your mouth
Still scream "Up Da Ra!" when we never set foot out the South
But I'd still smack the Queen in the mouth
'Cause I don't know what I want and I'm willin' to die to get it
That's the type of mentality that needs to be vetted
But the glamour just distracts from the message
Your all enjoyin' the picture I'm busy writin' the credits (Yeah)
Kojaque
Ey, check it out
I think I have to go now
'Cause nothing's gunna change right
I'm dying in my home town
It's been this way my whole life
I think I have to go now
'Cause nothing's gunna change right
I'm dying in my home town
It's been this way my whole life
I came from the land where everything from the common cold
Straight to cancer can be treated with a flat 7-Up as the answer
Wooden spoon clasped in the hands of the master
The mother and the priest not the pastor
Not that it matters they been all put out the pasture
The good and the bad and the bastards
Couldn'ta come faster, good riddance
Hope the red man gives you hell. How'd you out do his bidding's?
But God saved his children no kiddin' (No kiddin')
Shout out to the rapists and the rulers and the racists
You can catch a size eight to the face
Nine lives hope your tents curb stomped
Elevens choked throat deep on a lace
Twelve teeth on my wrist like some new tooth bracelet
Misinformation's been rife in my city so we erect the murals
Let our paint the heart of the grit of your mouth
Still scream "Up Da Ra!" when we never set foot out the South
But I'd still smack the Queen in the mouth
'Cause I don't know what I want and I'm willin' to die to get it
That's the type of mentality that needs to be vetted
But the glamour just distracts from the message
Your all enjoyin' the picture I'm busy writin' the credits (Yeah)