world right as it spun, but now it seems as though i've made a mess of everything i've ever done could i forget it all? follow the setting sun... it's crystal clear
world right as it spun, But now it seems as though I've made a mess of everything I've ever done Could I forget it all? Follow the setting sun... It's crystal clear
garden of eden, I'm wondering if I ran away and came back another day, and will the young men roll with the metal put the guns away, and when the devil
too, every month Hundred shoes, every son, wanted jewels, never front Got older, hunger grew, watched most the younger fools Squat out from the guns they
you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns I seen it all crystal clear
riches Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter And if you you fuck wit him I'll clear my
heard and seen Everywhere, throughout your surroundin' atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
When niggaz finally find out its real Thats when they heart pumps fear The real remains the weak will disappear My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
a gift Niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells, burn, baby, burn See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turn I seen it all crystal clear
,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've seen it all crystal clear
from the lost garden of Eden I'm wondering if I runaway and came back another day, then would the young men who roll with metal put the guns away and
the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene To survive on my block G is devils at halloween The young son got guns
the lost garden of Eden I'm wondering if I runaway and came back another day, Then would the young men who roll with metal put the guns away And would
s heard and seen everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
