Homeboy Sandman - Richardsun lyrics

rate me

Mighty morphin the suffer

The sortment the flying saucer

The flying fortress, a fork in the road

I drove 2 in the forklift for lifting the fortune

I strip from the first line, you don’t put the fork in them

My sources are of the purpose, I paint us some portraits

Recorders the corner is my corner office

The natives are nauseous, from inhaling narcisist noxious

It’s nachos and he be carcass his brush rose through carcass

Killer coppers is clocking the clock is out the pocket

Betty crocker they choppin like penny hanna

Ended up like jimmy hofa, mi casa su casa

My mind will wander

While modern mosters take pride in convincing minors to kiss the...

Got cousins getting accosted by cachaca

Pentecostals with christ on the cross

Entier rosters are softened off the rocks

Pills for popping

Mamas and papas throughout the provincescrying out like chewbacc

Could spend an hour just counting the commas and numbers

Offered for offing the offspring of Sarah Connor

It’s getting hotter under my colllar than gaza or ghana

For every line that I write up, I might end up a line up

Or ocena’s bottom, sleeping with mulosks

That’s not a problem, I pondered

Because apollo done made me a promise

Allah done made me a prophet

And taking part in this garbage is only part of the process

All the while these labels wild like me sovereign

Is doing me solid

Tell them chill for a minute, ...said silence

But they can’t accept solace from the cents and dollars

Sex and violence

So shawty never had pride but she had prada’s

Shawty never saw his prom, but he had promie

Bunch of soap operas, wrap it up, put it in the stores no problem

We makin no progress, forget pursuing a ba, just pump...

I pity the fools like b a baracaus

Youngings is fresh mouthed without ...

Peeps going too far to peep without binoculars

And I could just write some for the right rubbish

They hype brothers until whole tribes don’t roll like a tight number

My night’s slumber in a type numbered

I write numbers to rike brothers still alive

Still believe we can fly like the wrist brothers

Lve my life kinda like bubba, stiff lipped, except he’s lower, mine’s upper.