You can cover my eyes I will never be blind I will never be decieved You're gonna be buried and blind Take these words to heart Theres nothing more pure
You can cover my eyes I will never be blind I will never be decieved You're gonna be buried and blind Take these words to heart Theres nothing more
: You can cover my eyes I will never be blind I will never be decieved You're gonna be buried and blind Take these words to heart Theres nothing
bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it! [Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until
we sing a new song, a new song? When will we sing a new song, a new song? And you can sing until there's no song left And I can scream until the world
about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play? Lay don't stop until you meet my
my niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge Got you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot
then Colleen lost her uncle's again, buried with no caskets They just put covers on them A tense call, I'll be right back, still it can't end, no, not
awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until
's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds
planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til we even, until you bleedin', until
Let's begin Asalaam alaikum, people of good will I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill To finally reveal the open-end chapter As real as
through the underground I don't want no sun. I don't want; I don't want sunlight no more Bury me deep underground. Bury me deep deep underground
the 4-0 And lounge until it's time to go Shinin up the forty-fo Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo And hopin if I should die, before I'm high That they bury
floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly Bullets dipped in formaldehyde So when they hit you You embalmed and ready To get carried Buried
