Lyrics:
She took off on a jet plane yesterday
clways talking about a holiday in Spain
October lease resting on the grapevine
We were romantic works
say
That's for certain
Get ourselves a room at the Holiday Inn
Make my sugar plums
Dance on your chin
Tapping ass is my career
And I'm here on business
you don't wanna be a part of this, then just brake out
You don't got it all
To many M.C.'s claimin they harder, soft like my balls
[Doc Holiday
already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my
Cars splash by and soak my feet
I don't mind feel like singing in the rain
Holiday in England once again
The lightning strikes above you
You run for
Riders on the storm riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan riders
to the table
I'll sic all my whales on you
Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices
Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
Stainless steel
peoples under the stairs
These years, I got they names in my swears
Poppin' Cristal like it's my first child, lickin' shots holiday style
Rockin' Steele
I'll run into your arms so safe and warm
By your side I'll stand if by chance we meet again
If by chance we meet again
(If by chance we meet again)
By before you see into my weak side
You remember me right?
You're the one I made inside my dreams right?
Just fall into me my
Arms are open wide
Been
fired by a gun
forty-eight hours, two cycles of the sun
I couldn't run from the shock that paralyzed my tongue
it made not want to speak a word to anyone
the bag up)
I cook a half, my man cooked a half but J gon' taste and test
I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Mef (talk to 'em)
allow you to run
That running is freedom, accelerated heart rate by design through design
Air Ahmaud, Air Arbery
What color are these shoes? The upper
Be-side to "December Will Be Magic Again" single
Written by Kate Bush
Warm and soothing,
That's how I remember home.
Walking into arms
Through
global fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by
Mercedes 'dolmus '
The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up
I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
" J'ai pas de l'argent "
" Venez! " A soft
myself
All the plaques I got, won't fit on my shelf
I'm sick of myself, jumped out of my skin
Hopped into my shell, I am feeling quite well
You ain't
Kill em with finesse
When we step into the ground
They keep on saying
You too much ,you too much
J6 You too much ,
Step into the club
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
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