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ankhlejohn – the church at auvers كلمات اغاني

(sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick)

[bridge]
ay check
all my life, i tried to tell you i’m the one
the devil couldn’t f-ck with the son
mathematics taught me how to add sums
foul n-ggas gave me and-1’s, beat the odds like a pad drum

[verse]
oil-base canvas, hands together like praying mantis
like jesus from the dead i arose
i’m the modern-day van gogh
she in a red dress laying down as i play the piano
you can add me on the list as a soprano
mafia ties, infiltration how the mafia died
we live by the code omerta
i’m giving y’all the best sh-t you never heard of, ran in the store
and robbed every merchant, nothing was purchased
took everything, from the toothpaste to the d-mn purses
publications want a write-up
i don’t even write my d-mn verses, if i did it’d be in cursive

[chorus]
all my life, i tried to tell you i’m the one
devil couldn’t f-ck with the son
it don’t make you no man if you go get the gun, but i understand
how things run, either way we getting things done
all my life, i tried to tell you i’m the one
the devil couldn’t f-ck with the son
it don’t make you no man if you go get the gun, but i understand
how things run, either way we getting things done
(swear to god! sick sick sick)

[man talking]
let’s say, you growing up in a rough neighborhood
your mother on crack
every time she get a welfare check, it’s gone
you ain’t eating good
you going to school, people laughing at you cuz you dirty as sh-t
so you go in a pound—bam—just to get the money
you getting money swell, you going to school, you eating good
you got cars, you got the b-tches
then, n-gga get jealous, he wanna take your money
so then, you gotta hold yours

- ankhlejohn

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