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Offset - Mediterranean letra lyrics

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Mediterranean

Ricky Racks
 
That's a groupie, bye bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds biting
Freakazoid chain on lightning
Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end where the knife is
Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)
 
I gotta tell the truth
I was expected to lose
I had to pay my dues, yeah
All of these chains on me
I brought the gang with me
Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah
Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
Watch your daughter before she disappear
'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids
Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip
I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed
Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
 
That's a groupie, bye bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds biting
Freakazoid chain on lightning
Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end where the knife is
Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 
(Yeah)
On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble
Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)
Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundles
Goin' in for the summer, hey
Wallet change like the cash
Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash (pew-pew)
Don't you hold nothing back (alright)
Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
Make me relocate (straight up)
Told me do not play, I do
Sonic wildin' (yeah), time to dive in (yeah)
Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
Butterfly the doors and you dive in
 
That's a groupie, bye bitch
Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
We got sticks, we pop shit
Look at these diamonds biting
Freakazoid chain on lightning
Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
47 at the end where the knife is
Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 
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California

The sun goes down
Streets aren't crowded any more
Not any more
Colours disappear
Darkness is warm
For everybody who lost your soul
In California
 
Ceaser Crown takes you up
For less, you drown
Glory there, malice starry ware
For everybody who lost your soul
In California
 
Take a letter of broken dreams
And the stalls decides in you
Oh, California!
But, California, please, believe in me
You're the only one
If you ever save me.
 
The sun goes down
Streets aren't crowded any more
Not any more
Ceaser Crown takes you up
For less, you drown
Everybody lost his soul
In California!
 
Take a record of broken dreams
And the stalls decides in you
Oh, California!
But, California, please, believe in me
You're the only one
If you ever save me (X2)
 
But, California, please, believe in me
You're the only one
If you ever save me
 

Infinite Descension

Come little child float into my damnation.
Swallow my venomous spit so that you can see.
We fall and fall in the shape of bleak abominations.
I descend forever, befriend now the darkness that took me.
 
The foundation's begun to tremble and shake.
For each crime I commit the more I awake.
Some see a heart of stone, I see stone walls collapsing.
And floods of blood sipping through the barrier
from the other side, to stain a murderer's path.
 
When you fell from heaven's heights,
the blood they cried was like mine.
And like that of the sacrifice to the ever shining light.
 
Through the cracks I can see hope ride on devil wings.
For in the kingdom of the damned the dead is king,
ENEMY OF FAITHFULS, amidst your spheres I fall.
My poisoned dagger gleams, I wish the death of all.
 
Into the abyss I yearn, depravation is my crown.
As eyes are plucked out, as on his altar flesh is laid down.
Souls of children thrown into the great cold dark.
Our hungry void like a gape just waiting to consume.
 
You earthly breed unto your chains eternally condemned,
can't fight the tumour that is me and thousands alike.
For your ways are always watched by the evil eye.
Only peace found is in the dirt to eternal lie.
 
You were a stone, oh you were a foundation.
Leaving a hole now the crown of its creation.
You got to learn the true saviour is the one to wield the scythe.
You got to see the most prosperous sight is no sight.
You got to see the peace to be found in the eternal dead night.
 

Street Fighting Man

Yeah,
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
'Cause summer's here
And the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man.
No
 
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man.
No...no...no
Get down!
 
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king,
I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing in a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man.
No .... No.... No
 

Song for Ireland

Walking all the day
Near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly
They know the call of freedom in their breasts
 
Saw Black Head against the sky
With twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Talking all the day
With true friends who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news
And singing songs to pass the night away
 
Watched the Galway salmon run
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow
He played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay
 
Stood on Dingle Beach and cast
In wild foam we found Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
 
Lying where the falcons fly
They twist and turn, all in your e'er blue sky
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland