Lyrics:
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
poster
If she come na em money I dey take host am
To go Kaduna before we gaz take coaster
No be by who wear chain we dey take know star
Hmm
Bana wasa da
melodies
Like an angel by your sid
Nothing more I love to hear
Just to see you there
Nothing more I ever dream
Than kiss your hair
Here I am, here I am.
Here
why she tripping
But I left my baggage in Rome
I just came here to visit
Would you mind taking me back home
I am not a computer
I don't really have any
fresher than wet paint
So here i am at the store for some chips
Candy evenings, with candy stevens
Look at the paint on the cart (cart)
Know give me a head
And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and raw
To blow up the mic with rhymes you like
I strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve
'll be right here
By your side
Boy when you come to me I'm just in my head
Of how glad I am to be with you and
You just don't know how special you are
they'll come and they'll go
They'll be here when I blow
I keep saying enough is enough
Yeh they try to get even
Make movies like Steven
I feel like I am
'COME CLEAN'
Words & Music by Mark J Stevens
I say I won't, Until You come back..
Tuesday Morning, 10:30, How's that..?
Don't you worry..
Don't
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
of of a month
Been the strangest year
It's all gone by in the blink of an eye
There ain't no time for tears
Give it one last chance, one last dance
I got ice in
probably die
I live by God I got these guns
You test your luck I’ll bet you die
We called that a boy
Survivor
He toot that pole on the road
This ain’t fa
I, am an everyday rudebwoy
(yeah, celebrity face, ain't it true enough?)
So where I rest I'm stressed by the 5-0 (here we go)
Cops drive around
Steven (Yow) you too damn evil (ha ha)
Mi nah nuh change a change
A suh mi grow ah suh mi grow
Wi nuh guh below
A suh mi grow ah suh mi grow
to worship
And to say I'm grateful
Am here to count my blessings
And to name them one by one Yeah
Before your throne
Am counting all my blessings
Name them one
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
the mic on standby from here on out
Nothing else that happened today
Mattered nothing can
Touch how happy I am my creativity
Is at an all-time high right
And your eyes need the blue, yea I need you
Credits
Lead Vocals: Steven Cade
Electric and Acoustic Guitar: Erik Halbig
Bass: Erik Halbig
Drums: Tim
Yo, wait, just cool off
Don't move yet, got a sell by the park for one of the dark and two rocks
Told that gyal, "You ain't staying for long
So
the future
I live in the present
I address the here and now
And I am very happy
I face challenges head on
An Ostrich behavior is for the birds
No pun intended
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
I am, I am, the esoteric king
I am, I am, the Aloha supreme
I am, the emperor with the pharaoh's eye
I am, I am, I am the Tensai
Aloha, tell your
(sleep, gini')
So scared to say something, so I just put the blame on me
Now here I am, and I'm tryin' my best to be honest (honest)
'Cause the sources
Discuss these here i am by sufjan stevens Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In