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gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin? And if we flip, let's all flip together Cause I'm prepared, kid, for
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cry out in triumph, believe clearing conquered chaos Long to see a harbor, land loving for a while The depths cradle, now peaceful, but can't fight the
out here lookin' forward to serve subpoenas Shit is crazy thick like wet will cook for Vena And y'all a play like gladiators probably in arenas [Ocean
understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin'? And if we flip, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for
world up with a smile And then she throws the fight She looks to me, she looks to me, all right Down on the bathroom floor She's searching for another
And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for
the ocean When you go down too far and you - can't seem to light Best to look out for that pressure baby, it bust pipes I got too much fight - in my
I'm not here to judge the way you be I got my own complications The government shoe less rations Plantations is man labor For five bucks for hourly intervals I get a G for
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat There's no need for askin', I'm the Everlastin' My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in The ocean of words
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, looking for that ocean breeze It?s down in Santa Monica, where the wind blows strong And the saltwater washes you clean Walking through the dollar store Isle five
If you so choose to cross it, you're a Nazi for the state Your injustice will crush us, the precious the few So you wanna be a killer for the red white
up by a boat. A team of lonely fishermen sold me to a park, And now my name is Billy, I'm a Theme Park Shark. Billy, the themepark shark, Performing tricks for tourists that have payed five
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