Lyrics:
really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
gotta get the green
Manifest the green
Get it by any means
Manifest the green
You gotta get the green
Gotta live ya dreams
Everything's in reach
Gotta
shades
Ya boy is off da chains
I got green everything
Green Green everything
Ok
Everything green
My pockets on photosynthesis
7 digits I'm a problem
Bet u
a fucking light you up
Cause my game type insane
With these bars I crafted
It's like a complex art
My thoughts are graphic
Imagine a collage full of visual
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
the blue in my sky, you are the rays of my sun
You are the pretty green on leaves of this called tree of life
Cause you are everything, you are my everything
it change
And now my eyes are open
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I
OF PRAISE
MY PAST MY PRESENT AND FUTURE
FOR THE GLORY OF YOUR NAME
EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND YOU
YOU ARE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING REVOLVES AROUND YOU
YOU ARE
don't you give your money
To that lying cheating man
Oh now, saturday night in Harlem
Everything's alright
Huh now, shake your thing
Are you gonna be? Say that you're gonna be
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She said she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross
A little Anita will
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
who they are
And I know they ain't gon' like it but it's quite alright
I ain't need no one my whole life, and I done alright
I can do bad by myself,
(are you ready?), huh, huh
That's on everything, whoa
That's on everything, we want everything (you know)
We want everything, even them extra things
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
right behind me it's my family, my teachers
Even when everything tears me to pieces
You're right there by my side
I'm goin up
I'm growin up
I won't give
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
want to get it done, you have to do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than
want to get it done, you have to do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than
want to get it done, you have to do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than
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