Lyrics:
chopped it up
Glory be to God, it's all by faith, ain't walking just by sight Hurt me to my soul to let you go You couldn't even treat me right Praying for
It's hard getting by
With all roads leading to paradise
It's hard, hard for the Vagrant Soul
for the remedies
We just eat it up
We could never get enough
So what you gonna' do
Sit back watch your soul drop
Roll jays then go cop
Get stopped by 4
myself, nigga, fuck what y'all sayin'
If I kill one, I gotta kill 'em all, they all friends, huh? (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Black mask, blue tips, I'm in
and how to play her role
Tell her all the money in the world cannot replace her soul
Hell she needs is stop acting like twelve years old
Well she put
You say that you never had a mum
And nobody needs you
So cry, so cry
You believe that life rolls by
Just to deceive you
By your time, by
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver
Where nude bodies gleam and don't dream
The Rock a jungle by the ocean snakes linking with crabs
Thinking they lions and sharks till one get on they ass
Mind of my own, a born leader, not
like I bleedin,
All of these blue hunnids got my pockets freezin,
(Hook)
I can’t trust no bitch I got these bands now,
Surrounded by my brothers ain’t
Black pearl necklace and champagne
Seductive silk and cocaine
Her dark blue lace in command
Carefully slipping my hand
Shaking her beautiful hips
you are
Got a big old house, about 50 cars
And the ones I drive, what a hell of a ride
Built for a player when I lean to the side
My shit so dank,
No tourists takin' in the sights
No stetsons under broadway lights
No pickers playin' for pocket change
No rhinestone boots on an old church stage
Hey
a Django and Jimmie
Through the twenties and thirties
Jimmie sang his way to the top
In spite of those old TB blues
Django was a star
He burned up
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
Beats By Millz
Maybe take a pill 'fore you go sleep
Lemme share your pain so you never Weep
I know how it feels you just wanna Be (numb)
Suicidal
Woah
There's better days, yeah
Spent two thousand on a new pair of shoes
Hop out the whip yeah I come out the coupe
Yeah my VVS's real and they blue
I'm
to the place where we can lie above
Dark skies, blue souls, and everything frozen
Take me to the place we love
Take me to the place where good things lie above
to the cross roads
What soul? What for
All I ask of her is not to speak on our business
Tell me where we going, what you mean by you need distance
Said that you
Super Gold
Super soul saviour the music gold flavour
Avoid attack try not to be slack
You gotta a blue feeling that your never gonna get back
Lonesome
I'm another lost soul just trying to kick the blues Lonesome Avenue
Down on Lonesome Avenue Oh baby I'm on Lonesome Avenue
I've been blinded by
Turning all my blunts to ashes
I said I would quit but that shit be my passion
I hit that withdraw and im doing the cashin
Spending all blue on that
forgotten all those little things I miss
You were the one who made my sky so blue
And then took my soul and tore it right in two
You were the one who brought
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