paroles de chanson Richard Pryor - Lynx 196.9

It was different and to some degree exciting, fuck you talking bout man

Niggas want to Richard Pryor my brain, crack it like a coconut
Legalize gains, flipping penny stocks
Game done change, but the cream rises to the top (but it's the same)
The same mundane indifferent these warning shots
My nigga steady killer point me to the track
Ain't no filler, each realer, than cardiac
Attack and bathe in baselines drums waste lives
Aliens, flying saucers, labels aged wine
I stayed primed equipped, fully loaded what I grip
Sandwiches for the local picnics
Skew it on the barbecue yo we live this
Off the list scratching winning lotto picks
Now, celebrate it made it now to a business
Poisonous, bitter to the lips
Ominous wish, ecstasy I'll sure regret
Better than never, I heard via tourniquet

Watching inflation ass kick my assets
Amazing yep gas half my last cheque
Fight for what now, what cause next?
Tax severely, clearly you the real threat
Watch the devil heard he dwells within
Still many gotta settle with no way to win
Whistling, the kettle steam begin
Again I trod that path forever rhythm prisoned the prism
Bending the light this is life light
Work til that casket drop, the compromise
In my solitude alone mostly spite
Cooking spice soul food I write
To the deaf more or a less continue quest
Long as my whiz and two kids bless
I can't complain, maintain the progress
Practice restraint, no one without stress, yes

Chill Da God, Lynx, still 196.9