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Jackie Hill Perry - Southpaw
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Текст песни: You know where I’m from
The tutor will give you the clue
I ain’t the one
I’m reading the numbers
It’s 3 in the head
The Spirit, the Father, The son
He told me He love you
I’m poor in the spirit
I’m feeling like
I am a bum
For better or worse
Gimme the broom with Jordans
I’m ready to jump
With Donald I duck
think you a king
We playing the spade
The trump
The raids
The sun is coming for ice
They melt
I’m Walking on water
And staying for brunch
You looking for signs
I told you the taurus a hunch
I’m more than a month
I’m something like nun
Putting the cross on the chest
I’m ready to hunt hmm
I ain’t here for the lallygag
But a bodybag with my sins in it
Tell the deacon bring the hearse
Back with a church hat and the window tinted
They online with a double mind
Got the cerebellum on fraternal time
Even Tia couldn’t tell the difference
Even Stephen saw the most high
With the stoners looking
Got the throne twisted
seen the ghost in the pulpit
With some ruth chris
Giving meat til
Them dry bones living
This is gold digging
I’m offended with the code switching
I’m forgiven by the scape goat
I ain’t running from it
I know Cole did it
Moon walking like it’s space jam
With a michael
Flying right before Christmas
Mary did you know the grinch
Tried to get a lick
Matter fact he stole Christians
Sending coals with em
This a whole kitchen
Prayers overflow the bowl
It’s a big deal
This them holy smoke lyrics
When it get real
Opening the book written
Living it expose fiction
I am Dr. Seuss running to the booth
1, 2, 3, 4 fishes
Red fish
Met blue fish
Crip covered in the blood
His Clothes dripping
I am alot of things
You boxing the air
I’m flying above it
The pilot He got it
He made weather
I ain’t gotta swing
But I gotta ring
On the southpaw
watch your mouth
This ain’t southpark
Ask Ben for $100 dollars
For them squatters
Probably why ya house dark
Hitting switches for the ignant
Tryna show them night walkers
where the lights are
Metaphor get extended
Lyrics parabolic
Feeling kinda colic
Prolly why I cry more
‘Til I find God
Ima lost cause
Dora told me she know where
The arks are
Find the chalk board
Time ticking
The problem is God
Tryna clock y’all
The tutor will give you the clue
I ain’t the one
I’m reading the numbers
It’s 3 in the head
The Spirit, the Father, The son
He told me He love you
I’m poor in the spirit
I’m feeling like
I am a bum
For better or worse
Gimme the broom with Jordans
I’m ready to jump
With Donald I duck
think you a king
We playing the spade
The trump
The raids
The sun is coming for ice
They melt
I’m Walking on water
And staying for brunch
You looking for signs
I told you the taurus a hunch
I’m more than a month
I’m something like nun
Putting the cross on the chest
I’m ready to hunt hmm
I ain’t here for the lallygag
But a bodybag with my sins in it
Tell the deacon bring the hearse
Back with a church hat and the window tinted
They online with a double mind
Got the cerebellum on fraternal time
Even Tia couldn’t tell the difference
Even Stephen saw the most high
With the stoners looking
Got the throne twisted
seen the ghost in the pulpit
With some ruth chris
Giving meat til
Them dry bones living
This is gold digging
I’m offended with the code switching
I’m forgiven by the scape goat
I ain’t running from it
I know Cole did it
Moon walking like it’s space jam
With a michael
Flying right before Christmas
Mary did you know the grinch
Tried to get a lick
Matter fact he stole Christians
Sending coals with em
This a whole kitchen
Prayers overflow the bowl
It’s a big deal
This them holy smoke lyrics
When it get real
Opening the book written
Living it expose fiction
I am Dr. Seuss running to the booth
1, 2, 3, 4 fishes
Red fish
Met blue fish
Crip covered in the blood
His Clothes dripping
I am alot of things
You boxing the air
I’m flying above it
The pilot He got it
He made weather
I ain’t gotta swing
But I gotta ring
On the southpaw
watch your mouth
This ain’t southpark
Ask Ben for $100 dollars
For them squatters
Probably why ya house dark
Hitting switches for the ignant
Tryna show them night walkers
where the lights are
Metaphor get extended
Lyrics parabolic
Feeling kinda colic
Prolly why I cry more
‘Til I find God
Ima lost cause
Dora told me she know where
The arks are
Find the chalk board
Time ticking
The problem is God
Tryna clock y’all
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