You've seen him In the undirected light of street dreams Doing nothing, standing, like to seem casual With a resemblance to people held by fear Lit by
little song for you With melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme To repeat what you already knew As the stones thrown at your window tapped
head through a mirror and nobody seemed to care at all back from another bender but I don't know when I'm comin' off threw the T.V. through the window
Morning people take the news A paper window on a world They live on undisturbed Thoughts may fly like lonely birds And lost behind the silent words Voices
rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as fuck Hollerin' about the niggaz they buck Fallin' out the windows made up like hoes
wants to be part of her world She's a popular girl, such a popular girl She walks down the street Knocks 'em dead on their feet With a casual nonchalance
my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual
The last survivor of a boiled crown Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste
Looked out my window last night From my pillow and I Saw the willow weeping a casual sigh The man in the moon looked rather Sad and confused as if he?
snow Sayonara...myself who was crying until yesterday Quietly close your eyes You casually brushed me aside And leaned against the window Acting like
[Pep Love] We shift shape And we make shit shake We shine and get paid When this shit gets made [Casual] Hey I lie, I can't tell you none (uhuh not
just keep on dune methane [Casual] They only know colonial ways Anything that my homie okays is all right these days Display recklessness, whose tek is this Pointed in the window
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
last commands instantly one thousand flames arising ill scent the burning hides surrounding a settlement debased entirely enola gay had made a casual
willed no rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as fuck Hollerin about the niggaz they buck Fallin out the windows made up like
it black, buluga black Ac' Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical Mathematical, slide up in your work casual
(feat. Casual, DJ Revolution) We Don't Force It Just Remember We Don't Force It We Don't Forfeit Ah Nah We Won't Forfeit We Don't Forget Yeah This Golden
in the cut. - Blood niggaz put him up! Plane in PA - land casual with' a slut. And he still walk around with the semi that killed T He let his big bro