Pardon (Explicit) Lyrics
Pardon (Explicit) - Blu
Pardon me brother
As you stand in your glory
Yea when you get too old to fight
Day turns night
Huggin' the light
Hummin' like a bird does dubs etcetera
Love song plethoras
Instead of collectin' her you rejected her
Respected her let her be hurt
Wrote her a letter and she read it 'fore rescinding
Back to me she won't
Gone with em' fell victim to the prism of what
Color kill em' slow
Seeds don't grow by the farms they are
Gentrified sent alive to me beliefs
The agnostic priests
Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual laugh if it tickles you
Funny money live for you bruh
If it interests you
Mom said it's for the french and you
Parlez vous francais obviously probly just mefeelin like gs surrounded
By thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters praisin' daughters
Bought a grave for the father
Behave I'm no martyr just ask marty kin
Party pooper
You's a loser if you ain't with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty sixth feelin' like
A b*tch
'Cuz I was feelin' this b*tch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her now what
Back to feelin' this paper feelin' this vapor caped crusaderain't
The same I came close but no cigar folks
Pea job split to the head like a drop kick
Through the snares and all but who caresi cut my
Hair instead of pullin' it out of my head dawg
I was
Something like it now I'm
Nothin' without something sunk in my chair thinkin' 'bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I can't keep followin' in
Starin' at a dream moonwalk talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that endo smokin' we elope
Dope boy on his own
God bless the child who grows the
Lone ranger from out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone that's afraid to dream
Try
Ay yai yai yai
You think those guys look like they'll ever be sensitive
To my record collection laughing
A bunch of football jocks 'what do you got here
A bunch of old albums