Lyrics:
In the darkest of days when you feel all alone
And the world around you feels like it is made of stone
There is a light that shines deep inside your
live by
As long as
I'm setting the bar
You can give my
Flowers right now
If you see me in person
I been through some trials
And its reaching its verdict
it
She's wetter than fountains, no stopping it (Let's go)
Ooh, uh (bitch)
Raphtalia stick by my side, will you be my sword?
Ooh, uh
And I got Filo with
with a little 'Bump N Grind'
Now that's what my man say
Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein' hand-fed
I made the jam, with my man, about
Performed by: Slam Jam
Deport my rights!
Hurricanes in chains!
I see the donut
And tried to MacBeth!
Who's been in the room?
It's Friday in Spain!
storms full of hail stones cyclones turning
I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning
Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
Get out of your head
Get into my bed she said
Get your wiggle on
Strut like Sinatra
Sample someone's song
Sing for your supper
Like a rolling stone
Southern rapping Activist
North Carolinian, penning jams for any
And everyone whose listening
This is my dominion idiots
Yes I'm brilliant like a God
company
Move dat way
Come gyal
Plant dat right by meh
Squeeze her tight make it drip down dey
Neighbour oye, ask yuh kindly
Miss jolene how yuh mango
the most solid unbreakable stepping stone
I'm still the brother of shady so who you flexin on
I swear you niggas got it all twisted
Until you find yourself
tell now you inna jam
I'm like stone cold steve austin never gave a fucking damn
If a nigga talking out his neck dude get choke slammed
I can't lack my
of hail stones cyclones turning
I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning
Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I deliver
you stupid bitch
Anyway, I just zone in my Chevy
On the phone in my prezzy
Shine with no stones in my bezzy huh
Peep that, my seat back like a nigga
They're still fucking crudy
I do it day and night, I'm Kid Cudi
I do it day and night while you're sleeping
Get that pack, it's gone by the evening
Talk
him by surprise
Girl can't sing but I'ma make her harmonize
Stuffed BINs in my shit
Take away the butterflies
ShittyBoyz unanimous
Ain't no split
But I hope to plant my seeds before I must leave
Believing that hope grows even in the stone cold
Bitter and bleak old souls sold like it's antique
Wenn da 'n Jam letztes Jahr war
Wo nix aus Hamburg am Start war
War's wie Jimi ohne Wah-Wah
Oder Schimi ohne Parka
Ahn das mal! Wir bringen
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam
Flying in the circus of a freakshow band
My ears are wings
They take me to my dreams
I close my eyes and I'm
like
You struck by Cupid my hair is in your face
Nigga three pounds to it
If the radio don't play my jam
They fuckin' foolish what's his name?
(Hodgy
But the toaster ain't jam
My fam, set Fiyaz to a man like Brent
Told bro, "Watch out there's money on ya head"
Fling stones like Fred
Now the money
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