Lyrics:
Without God
Nothin that's been made would be made
He had to send his son
We couldn't behave
Gave his life to save our souls
That was thee wage
But
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
don't give a {fuck} waitin' for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
In my head I see a ghost town and most sounds
Dont startle now like they used to be truthfully
I've gotten used to the way that I used to be
In my
the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life,
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
in the stars but the Earth is where I go
Everybody round me they be sniffin on that snow
If you knew me baby I don't think that you would know
Now we
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But no, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see
stay down now I'm back in my bag now
All she knew was the sex now
She the type that stress you out
When she call I just hit decline
Ain't no hard
the fuck I was
It's like I had to give them that energy
So they understood and they knew the song
And they knew how to move to it by the time it was over
Now they on the corner, swearin by fuckin name
Good dude this good dude lthat
It's 50/50 that you knew me like that, get the strap
I ain't even here
Yuh
You told me that you wanna be with me
Sad truth is I don't wanna be a thing
It's crazy how that works
Trust me and I'll go ghost
Just make sure
hardcore
We trying to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
hardcore
We trying to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people
a toast to the truly gifted
We're smiling when you say that you got it
We knew you missed it
Hypnotic, the music mystic
Deliver scriptures, considered
that he's the only one
To carry my name and his journey's just begun
We're one in the same, like father like son
One time, and this time we're gonna
holds the controllers and
Regenerated some soldiers
The Holy Ghost played His role and
See now we get it
Romans 116 ain't afraid to admit it
Jesus did it
to say, yeah
So spooky, I might die
But I'm lost in her eyes
Who knew afterlife smelled so nice
When she floats by, I look twice
I love when we hold hands
Chained to the wall
We didn't mind at all
Raised in the dark
By the ones that we call
Mama and papa and teacher and coach
Policemen and judge
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people
ba-by (uh)
And while we riding round, you took me inside of you
You showed a side of you, beside the truth
You was just lying, I knew
I wasn't buying it
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