Lyrics:
a subject
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities
In the expert's mind there are few
So by approaching a subject the way a beginner or a child
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
crew is taping the ill frosties
From the fans we making the ladies dance
And the ladies are already laid it, not sedated like Bill Cosby's
They just
rain
And we'll know it's alright that it's all wrong
As we learn to share our sun
No place to run no place to hide
Carried by the wind we are
Forgive us
governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground
And I'm thinking what
through
I gotta say how proud of you I am
You are stronger than you think yeah
We're celebrating
We're celebrating you
So keep going I'm proud of you
You
Emotional blackmail abuser
A narcissist at heart
Her love always attached with some strings
Love that's demanding of proof
Love, once pure, corrupted by
I knew that someone was gonna be like, dude thank you for writing that.
Who are- who are we making music for
We not making music for people to be
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
stick together and unify
Fuck all the bullshit, get back to love, that Black love
You know what I'm sayin'?
We are the original man, the Black man is
Love the blue in the green
So what
So what
So what
So what
Who cares what anyone thinks?
Cuz we were young
And we were restless
We tried to love
You
We seem to forget we're all worldly beings
Power money drugs are confused by
By there meanings
Dripping sweat fall unconscious
Even though eyes are
the fruit of his labor for me
Well, said the emperor
If you live until the figs from this tree are ripe
I pray you let me know of it
Ten years went by
the ones that have burned
And you never got all that you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church
In
to dig
Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
If they fake the fig it's the blues child dig
{want some of my soda?}
Fine they be mega, sexy
Before he was forced, forced to make a living
By lying, stealing, and eventually killing
No one was born bad, we're all God's Kids
So who's to really
of make-believe
You're feeling pushed by a racing heartbeat
Parameterizing the world
They only see what they're told to see
Child of the ocean floor
No
It only goes to show that you will be mine
By takin' our time oooh, ohh, oh-ho
So if you wake up with the sunrise
And all your dreams are still as new
girls want easy
They run and they run when situations come to keep busy
No-one is perfect so who are you hurtin' by leaving?
Who are you hurtin', who
the word
And the Earth jumps to obey
And very soon we'll see Him
For His promises are true
And He's given us His word
"Behold, I make all things new!"
I've
to take my life away
All we hear is sirens, they been blaring for a while now
Ambulances carrying somebody's child now
Another mama crying cause her
'll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than
cs I have loved you,
Love one another.
This new commandment:
Love one another.
By this shall men know
Ye are my disciples,
If ye have love
One
you take it down
5 star is really what I think you ranking now
Looking so good baby we could make a child I got a c note on the bar
50 on the zebb
She
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