Lyrics:
He said, “Son, no stories, you can believe every word.” (voice change)
“Everything in Texas is so much bigger than life,
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
I will long for a trip, don't need no grip
I'm takin' one more ride
'Way out there in the prairie air
I guess it's in my hide
For the clickety-clack
the snow
No more living
No more dying
I'm in hiding
I
Dropped in to tell you goodbye
Leaving my living behind
Try again next time
Sigh
It's worse as the days
Mada Missy kitchen all a Dim
Shi neva ave no yam fi mi or him
I an I wid chrent of di lion of Judah come
Fi making mannish wata fi yuh haffi jink yuh
cry
I can make 'em sigh
Someday they'll clamor
For my dram-er
Have you guessed yet
Who's the best yet
If you ain't I'll tell you one more time
daughter smile with my son
Live by the gun, die by the gun (gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
got me some haters, I need more (oh, I need more)
I got all these bad bitches, I need more (oh, I need more)
And my son, he is a rich kid, he need
into sand
And more the years went by
With challenges and sighs
Finally I saw it coming by
But then I met another
Who couldn't even bother
To step
No, no, no diggity
This is the remix remat
Brought you by Blackstreet
No diggity no doubt (one, one, one, two no diggity)
Play on, playa
She was
And breathe a sigh of relief
Release
I am no slave, not no more
No longer blue as the bruises I've endured
I'm powerful, call me Queen
And come correct, my
skin
No more sad songs in the night
Cause you know I know how to love you better
Oh sweet majesty, yeah you my queen, this bout to turn into a treasure
on the go, more than Vincent Van
(And he 7'd up)
With his thumbs up, feeling chosen and the son tryna get his crumbs up
So he hustle hard like Ace 'till
sigh
Sipping rye
She don’t come around no more
She don’t come around
She don’t come by
She don’t come around no more
She don’t come around
She don’t
home
The dragon weeps with empty eyes,
The whistle sighs no more in the night
It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music,
The soul
The way you make me feel
Deep inside
I gotta keep it real
You are the prize
Might Have taken
Long Enough to realize
The Love of My life
Standing by
You are (You are)
You are (You are)
You are (You are)
More than enough (Oh son of God)
You are (You are)
You are (You are)
You are (You are)
More than
And no girls at all
But you're a fool if you should leave
Just think of the joys of rugby football
And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne
Don't hide it from my sights
I'll shed light on my nights
I've seen it when you cry
I know there's more things on your mind
Inside, in your sighs
Inside,
homosapiens
We ain't phoney
Oh we're no baloney homsapiens
Listen, just 'cause you got
More ears than eyes
That just gives you more places to cry
a tempest.
By the time she reached his side, the monster had vanished into thin air.
Weeks passed, and the incidents only grew more frequent.
Sean's
feel you can ignore no more.
Verse One: Frost
Homicide, on the murder scene
Another frustrated gang-related senseless slaying
Victim: a young product
I'm surrounded by features
I can't join the sounds up,
I've got tremble in my fingers,
I'm counting the days off
There's no more time,
I’ve got
the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll cheer each toot
Yay, she's
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