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Game The Letter To The King

to a slow rain Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame Until my whole name grow out your brain like Romaine Letter by letter, I put

' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game

Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games

sirens 'A' as in gullible you figure all man equal no brainer Take at his friends and neighbors dedicate 'er Moms raised the babies through a very churchy '80s Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting game

, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head of state didn't play guitar Not everybody drove a car When music really mattered and when radio was king

s the brother doc, ready to rock-rock Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive Curse

' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a long list of high profile celebrities Worldwide on the thorough side of things Livest kings, some

yellow broad named Tina take my drawers to da cleaners Im above u, u under me like an umbrella don't even try to front like yo game is much betta if she yellow as the letters

So when I roll through it's so smooth like a pro skater Or a boat cruise bringing change toll booth Player thought they told you I'm old school Student of the game