the deans list – mauvais reve lyrics
gunshot, one block, hear another one drop,
young one, grew odd, different f-ckers grew old,
no one own us, no one can control us,
but i rap, so you deserve to know what
needs to change, who’s to blame,
hotties little kids just wanna play the game.
boys and girls in this world,
everything is anything, is always yours.
b-o, b-o, b-o, sh-t, jesus, god, apostles, pop,
your religion, catholic fry,
ain’t a n-gg-r tell you how to pray right,
no shoes in the prison so you’re lower, boy,
‘cause of death: too much s-x,
better love the p-ssy and it took his breath,
these girls wanna meet you, telling me the good punk.
these boys wanna be you, tell ‘em find a better luck.
jump shot, deep thought, here, be a ball player,
for the bulls with the bulls, don’t belong here
dream kill, kill a whole nation, waiting,
young black patient, facing everything i couldn’t face
right before the other day.
other day changes, now we’re in the future,
now you wanna boost a seat looking for some peace in the past
mom, where’s dad? working for the money in the country i left
you’re right, i’m wrong, you won’t fake death if i do it for a fan
do it for a man, do it for the fans, do it with the plan,
i’m on my home alone trigger, n-gg-r make a n-gg-r say a case and n-gg-r wanna grip
better fight for the power, not a champagne shower,
out with the truth, tell it aim it for the gold with the hot, make it gold,
getting kind of old, compilation cold, hold,
if you wanna know, what.
i’ll be yelling power to the sky, why,
that is where my god lives, told me wanna die, bye.
these kids can dream, no, can’t they?
let a n-gg-r f-cking live, don’t they?
i’m on my sh-t, momma
tell a n-gg-r what it is, okay.
these kids can dream, no, can’t they?
let a n-gg-r f-cking live, don’t they?
i’m on my sh-t, momma
tell a n-gg-r what it is, okay.
okay, okay, okay.
in the middle of the heat without a belt bottom,
hippie b-tches in a n-gg-r’s face,
in another city with a big of punches, don’t be silly,
imma save it all in one place.
gunshot, one block, hear another one drop,
young one, grew odd, different f-ckers grew old,
no one own us, no one can control us,
but i rap, so you deserve to know what
needs to change, who’s to blame,
hotties little kids just wanna play the game.
boys and girls in this world,
everything is anything, is always yours.
wanna buy another bottle, wanna rock another chain,
wanna f-ck another model, wanna be another lame,
no god, no god, i swear, not me, not this guy,
mauritia, mauritia, my sisters, i’m belay, say
i’d better be a role model, not a whole model,
not a video vixen, listen,
i believe in all your dreams, all you girls do your thing.
but don’t fall for the radio, at harris, at harris.
don’t fall for the radio at harris, at harris.
these kids can dream, no, can’t they?
let a n-gg-r f-cking live, don’t they?
i’m on my sh-t, momma
tell a n-gg-r what it is, okay.
these kids can dream, no, can’t they?
let a n-gg-r f-cking live, don’t they?
i’m on my sh-t, momma
tell a n-gg-r what it is, okay.
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