Lyrics:
Say he trappin but he really just acting
Babygirl man you know im a craftsman
Got some plays all i need is a addy
Tryna run off that man shit get
a little more in the store for a tag
In the back that says U.S.A.
He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix
With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench
He ain't
the steel and shape the blade
Master cutlers of a golden age
No finer craftsman ever found
Where are those little mesters now
In the vale beside the Don, in
the steel and shape the blade
Master cutlers of a golden age
No finer craftsman ever found
Where are those little mesters now
In the vale beside the Don, in
the steel and shape the blade
Master cutlers of a golden age
No finer craftsman ever found
Where are those little mesters now
In the vale beside the Don, in
out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master
As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin,
First things first, I'm a craftsman (craftsman)
Remodelling is my only passion (it's my passion)
And I'm the greatest in the business
Want
Snap a lying nigga neck, food chain reaction
And that's what happens when you
Fuck with the craftsman
And that's what happens when you
Fuck with
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
bothered you
Hands as hard as English oak, muscle, skin and guile
That's what makes a craftsman, but not you, for a while
Cut yourself, you silly sod? Take
a little more in the store for a tag
In the back that says U.S.A.
He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix
With WD Forty and a Craftsman wrench
He ain't
His word?
The King of glory can for He holds it in His hand
He's the painter of the skies, He's the craftsman of the land
By Him all things were made
I knew a craftsman
That did wonders
With his hands, with his hands.
That did wonders
With his hands.
I like to get into their small
And friendly
my craftsman hat on
Tryna be like cole
But i fiend for the cat call
I Went hard and went home for the 816
We finna put on the scrap dawg watch this
There's nothing left for me to see
The craftsman's tears were falling over me
I said damn! If I only wasn't close
Then my thrill turned to ashes
combine
Craftsman's art and music's measure for Thy pleasure didst design.
Here, great God, today we offer of Thine own to Thee
And for Thine acceptance
eyes
A moonlit night, a purple sky
Take my hand, look deep into my eyes
See what I see, you and I
I'll be the craftsman and I'll be your artistry
I´ll
Craftsman's art and music's measure
For thy pleasure
All combine
In thy house, great God, we offer
Of thine own to thee
And for thine acceptance proffer
All
ship's been fixed by a craftsman's hands
And it will one day bring me back to the land
From which I was thought of and loved at first sight
My home with my
then it learned
To strike sparks to bring fire and lighten man's world
The hands of the craftsman have moulded our world
From the first stone axe
the legacy you leave behind
If your camera is collecting dust
And your guitar strings are fighting off rust
Those tools can stand-by while the craftsman
me captain
Feel like Rockefeller the way I got all this gas yea
Sticks on me they blasting, tools but this ain't Craftsman
I ain't afraid to let these
the process of carpet laying, where a craftsman would "cut" a rug to fit a specific area or shape.
One possible origin of the phrase "cut a rug" is that it was
Shaping every creamy cloud
With a care of a craftsman's mind
They become running horses
Thunderstorms and furious forces
In his thoughts there is no doubt
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