Lyrics:
trying different ideas
Paul is a classically trained pianist
Who is as close to hip hop as he is to the blood in his veins
I am an old school rap and r&b
you all
For the gifts and the flowers
Thank you all
Now it's back to the showers
Don't tell Paul
But I'm not getting married today
Bless this
Paul13 until I motha
Paul13 until I mothafuckin die
Ima west side soulja
Walking round town with a fucking super soaker
Ima super soak ya
Grab ya bitch by
I don’t mean white cocaine
Don’t be upbeat, it’s not joy
But this is my blame
Because I, day by day
I compress my pain
In a file .wav
This is my
a the blessing them gain, that's why we keep on saying
[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Yo, don't worry...
We haffi live life true yeah (Jah bless!)
We know life is such
me cuz, know me cuz
You don't know me cuz, know me cuz know me
Skepta
I'm a Welbourne warrior, St Paul's soldier
Northumberland Park next door
Paul and Silas sang in the midnight hour
Prison chains were loosed by God's mighty power
There's earthquakes when He speaks
Mountains tremble at His
BASS IS POWERED BY GASOLINE
HIS VOICE IS TOUCHING MY EARS LIKE THE WHISPER OF THE WIND
SIR JAMES PAUL, SIR JAMES PAUL
MASTER OF ROCK’N’ROLL
SIR JAMES
Sir Paul
The downfall of America’s youth has officially concluded with people not knowing who Paul McCartney is. Somehow we think that the man who
born about ten thousand years ago
Ain't nothing in this world that I don't know
Saw Peter, Paul and Moses playing ring around the roses
I'll lick
born about ten thousand years ago
Ain't nothing in this world that I don't know
Saw Peter, Paul and Moses playing ring around the roses
I'll lick
alive
Once you start letting go
You lose the rock, you start getting old
I should've never sold my Les Paul
I never let it out of my heart
Wish I still
old Hanna
Pack a bag for a weekend of parties at Paul's Nana’s
Back when Lil Weezy had duck tape and rope to leave you missing like the fucking Obannons
stone at Black Paul?
"Don't ask us", say the critics and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the quacks
"We just come to get the facts"
"We just come
Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with
old man named Dr. Paul Seigel?
Here's the business card, in case I don't believe you?
Call him up right now, nah baby that's okay
You know I trust
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
7-Eleven
They don't mean crap to this boy 24
7, my money stack on these boys
I'm coming from the bottom
Harold-smacking these boys (Paul Wall)
Hey, if you
don't question
Got my eyes open wide
I've learned a lot of lessons
Getting Ready with my weapon
Only way I'm gonna rise
Self investing
Maybe I'm Amazed
By
to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch,
Paul fi all di gal dem
Babygirl don't cry no more
Yuh tell me seh a can't
Take di pain no longer
There's a way and worth fi sure
Yuh know seh Sean Paul
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
insane.
I got 'em moanin', my mackin' game is outta
Control, but I don't know if it's my looks or my big bank roll.
I'm 24 years old with my mouth all
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
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