Mr. J Medeiros - Boy Thursday lyrics

Boy Thursday Got your chains hanging like a Great Dane's tongue On a pair of balls swinging And you can't say nothing f** a mainstay Names stay fading in the sun Cus it ain't where you came from Mother f**er game on Run that Run it Walking on stars like they tomb stones Buried in the sidewalk Stare into their eyes till they lose home Too stoned two stones high off their cool bones Admired by the birds in the sky who see food on ‘em Run that Run it Getting hotter in the sun Ain't no water where we from Disorder 101 Said they found him on Mulholland near a restaurant A martyr needs a gun and a headshot Dead pop Run that Run it They want action Upfront and back end Hit your cues mother f**er Back spin This ain't the golden age That was back then You know, when white's played black men Back spin Run that You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind White Dog black dog siamese twins Getting hotter in the sun Ain't no water where we from Disorder 101 Said they found him on Mulholland near a restaurant A martyr needs a gun and a headshot Dead pop You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind You hear the Song Of The South and now you gone mother f**er The crows singing The Jungle told of an old king on a throne Dreaming he'd grow more like Mowgli Mr. Yoniyoshi faux teeth and speech Got a faux Chief as a thief a red nose cheat ain't no peace When your face resembles the villain in every new place that the US is drilling in Got your melanin making them millions when the felon is settled opinion How clever to measure in cinema the weight of a shell on a civilians Said real will never be reeled again Slow down son you k**ing them