Lyrics:
fuckin' collapse
Alright farewell this is the end
Shooting stars I wish for you to comeback
Your mama and papa really misses you a lot
Shooting stars I
to papa
Bad character
I came, I saw, I - changed the matter
I got the game on a tray
Serve like platter
I moved the meat from pot and lied to mama
Lied
time to stop to negotiate it
That's why I sing
I sing this joyful song
Praising the Lord for giving me life
Through my papa and my mama
I got to say
like ya bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's mine and ya know me
I'ma mind, defy, or sing like Toni Tone
Singin' for their supper like
This life no balance
Gonna take my chance
I'm extraordinary
Just playing my part
Success is not by chance
Hardwork na summary
My mama be yan me say
mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
When they'd get to dancing, they'd dance all night 'till dawn
[Chorus]
I would sing one for sister
Play for Papa
Moan one for Mama
And I'd cry one
down-home feel
But let's not forget Hitler
We gonna pull up Rwanda
We gonna bring 'em all for dinner
To meet mama and papa
Ma ma ma you gotta gotta
bling bling (You wan dead you wan dead)
Who give you well me sey
Letter bomb me I go send to your mama
Little sound boy you wan diss your papa
Lyrics for
were right there by mama's side
Your ma had a sickness son all the works she'd done
And she prayed all her life that God would let her raise you to be
the highest, higher than the highest,
You're the finest, better than the best yeah
And I go sing oh,
mama join me make we sing oh
oya papa join me make we sing
show you love gan
Even if na emoji
Papa ahn ahn ahn ahn (Krrr)
Naughty by nature from my day one
You know WC no be shalanga
E go shock you say Don Jazzy
know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look at your children
See their
can’t feed you nor dress you a fear I kept
Thought flashed by I saw Mama in New Year’s eve
T’was the day Papa left but she firmly held my hand and wept
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
Make it sway proper (Okay)
So I can look up at the stands like hey mama (Hey)
Hey papa (Hello)
Sorry for the delay, I been
Weaving thru struggles and I
Whoah, Whoah,
Whoah mama
Whoah papa
War is not a woman's game
We’ve been praying for redemption
Since the dawn of humankind
For the safety
mama
cnd your papa and your son
Windows down with the roof off
Blowing purple bubble gum
I'm living young and dumb while banging bitches like a drum
I'm
supper, I play for my bed
Em G C D
You'll find me by the fireplace with a roof overhead
G EM
So come in from the weather
C D
Grab your supper and a beer
EM
line
Kisses for my mama
Kisses for my papa
I been working harder than a mother fucker
10-9 everyday all thru summer
9-10 with the wrist cooking supper
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But I always will be true
And when your mama is dead and gone
I'll sing this lullaby just for you
So what
stand by you,
And fight for you,
I will live for you,
And die for you,
Agape Love,
Agape 4X love,
Agape 4X love,
I will stand by you,
And fight for you,
I
yampo yampore yah wallah for me your love
Is wallah for me your love is wallah for me yee uhmm
ese kombona ibyacu byakonje affection unkubita konje
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