're coming from I believe but you believe All of my heroes are letting me down I know every song by heart I've been to every show in town All of my heroes
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beef and rocks blue and grey Baby do the date I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all
all the hero?s man kind create, we teach children how to murder in these video games, so all they do is imitate what?s inside of their brain, 'cause to them all
all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were
uh, uh Uh, Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels Yo, yo, yo, yo, it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin' like the Tri-Boro Victory is endless 'cause we all want a hero
a clear blue sky The sun a shout the breeze a sigh My old hometown and the streets I knew Were wrapped up in a royal blue I heard my friends laughing
through the embers Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered My hands at my side I sadly surrendered Do as you please. The hero was home, proven
the unknown Sneaking into my zone Off we roam My spirituals is not alone I'm visualizing this invisible clone It's my own and it's own Rest assured it's my
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My
the beef and rocks blue and grey Baby due today I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all
beef and rocks blue and grey Baby due today I got ta move an eighth Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all
floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo, yo, yo Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro Victory is endless cause we all want a hero Blazing
be all the hero?s man kind create We teach children how to murder in these video games So all they do is imitate what?s inside of their brain Cuz to them all
, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real) Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma
