Lyrics:
don't talk much down at the V.A
And Ruby's in his thoughts some times
What thoughts can get out past the wine
He feels her fingers on his brow
thumb tryin'
To make it to El Paso
Cause tonight I play at the cabarete they
Done told it on the radio
To a country singer it's a lonesome road
With time
I be fuckin' singers
I aint miss once, fuck a gun you gon' miss ya fronts
You dinner like I missed lunch (I'm hungry)
Peep his body in the yard
time. I would wake up. I would roll over, get ready, say hi to my husband and get into the shower. We always did this one thing. We always shared our
got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
REMEMBER!
YOU SAID SINATRA SANG . . .
OLIVIA
FOR HIS PASTA . . .
WILL
CLASSIC MARINARA . . .
OLIVIA
I HAVEN’T BEEN BACK HERE IN, GOD. . .
MAYBE
its kind in time
Reaching as far as the curse is found
Reverse the dirt the earth is now waking
Giving up her dead at a sound
Trumpets come and blare it
(laying flat)
Horizontal, while I'm running all up in it
To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute
Party shit
The R&B singers try to swipe
call The Blarny Stone
Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse"
And cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse!
slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah
Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I
much
On looks I don't know
Lord, I seen his picture in lots of
Song books but I still don't know
They say he was weak for
The women and wine and
He
I cry
I'll make amends in Gods revenge
My savior lifts me high
Pushed by God pulled by christ
Speak a word that'll shed some light
Pushed by God
Desmond has his barrow in the market place...
Molly is the singer in a band...
Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
beginners
Bro, you be the athlete while I be the singer
Check out my music, they say I'm the Weeknd
My brother be winning his games, he the reason
These
of the walk with the blade in his throat
Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer
I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors
Times is good, but your
country
Anybody can be overcome by sorrow and desperation
And while I am just one man with one voice
I can lift it up in a hopeful message
That wherever
summer
When it was time for him to leave
He had offers from several colleges
All of them ivy league
And at college in all his studies
He always
Cause Oakland got talent, fool
MC's in elementary school
Not to mention musicians and singers
And Shorty be with his magical fingers
We get funky
off
They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah)
The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (whip)
And let his fif' off, now I'm
provocative
Move provocative
Move
When you hear this beat, ma-ade by timothy
Everybody hands go high (go high)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Hi-hi)
Can
time and you know he's gonna shine
And the people lookin at him
He spends his time all alone inside his room in his home
He built a studio there and he’s
To the Father in these last times
It’s nothing we can do but preach the Word
It sharper than any two-edged sword
Not by might not by power
But by His Spirit
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