Lyrics:
live by god's blessing
Good morning cause I'm still here
Didn't get a wake-up call from out there
So ima head back to the street for my lesson
midair
Gold badge on acrobat(Oh he nice)
Mique with the iso game styled by Harden(Step back)
Frank a mack truck
Get out the way if he charge in(Move)
Marc
a re-run
Rather tell a bitch phone now
To book a hair appointment just
To get your weave done 'Cause after this
I'm bringing you back like a refund
For a gym
of the group
Transformed from the norm by the nuclear goop
Pizza's the food, that's sure to please
These ninjas are into pepperoni and cheese
Back to the story,
in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase,
class heroes
Bambe-zela, zela, bambe-zela, oh-oh-oh
Bambe-zela, zela, bambe-zela, oh-oh-oh
I stand with you as jy luister na jou baas wat skel when you
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothin' is for sure nothin', is for certain, nothin' lasts
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothin' is for sure nothin', is for certain, nothin' lasts
JC raised me it gave me the crown
I feel like now I owe it all to give it back to my town
We divided, gentrified us, it's new business they found
So
The parking lot's green wall, like "Everything will be fine"
Hoping nobody saw me walking in the meantime
I took my pimp ass to gym class
And I was smoking
OHH!! I could have stayed in bed!
I'm out the school gate
Wish that I could aviate,
Or possibly evaporate,
I'll be home and back in bed soon,
My dad
Mm-hmm
Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain,
Went to the second school for one Year then we had to go
Back to Michigan time to do it all Again
Pack all of our shit then back home We would head
Lived
myself with a pistol in my home
I'm gonna do it!
I DONT WANNA FEEL
I don't like the world I'm in
I don't wanna hurt again
I been like a nervous wreck
pack up the whip, yeah
I might just have to leave home, yeah
Never come back to this. Hold up
I might just hop on the road uh
I might just pack up
With an innocent girl
From the Spanish and Indian home
Home of the heroes and villains
Once at night Catillian squared the fight
And she was right
fit when I punched him in his face
Hop off the bus go straight to fuckin' class
I see my gym crush yeah she has the fattest ass
Get down on one knee but
When I get back home when I get back home
Looking out the window on the plane
Rain dripping on the windows to my soul
Three years now that I been
Oh, listen to me while I tell you my ditty
Concerning a young man in grave want and need
Whilst attending a course in his home northern city
He
you can lean on
My words, comfort you call home
You lie into me and I try (Why you lyin'?)
To keep a straight face, together
We've been through many
won't know it
Pussy
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, we gotta get back for that one shit
You would've thought we was scammers by the way that we punch shit
I ain't
Don't you fear, for a comin' are the heroes
Don't you fear for your life
Don't you fear for a comin' are the Nein
To defend our home from the comin'
the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
(Yeah)
Hold 'em by the hand, kiss 'em and walk wit' 'em (Uh)
I love 'em up, I sit down and I talk wit' 'em (Yeah)
Travel 'round the world then I'm back
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