Lyrics:
Bleach blonde boy call me Oli Hanazawa (ooh)
All black Timbs yellin' fuck Balenciaga (Fuck 'em)
Boy you gettin' robbed tell yo' girlfriend sayonara
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
hand full
We nuh rise and boast
Yeah we give thanks like we need it the most
We haffi give thanks like we really supposed to, be thankful!
Blessings all
Peace peace peace, peace y'all!
(Strange) Real strange, real strange
(An overdose) A nickel bag of funk
(We got beat)
Now move on, move on, yeah
Peace, peace, peace, peace y'all!
(Strange) Real strange, real strange
(An overdose) A nickel bag of funk
(We got beat)
Now move on, move on,
and fast forward through all the horrors
Hardly thinking bout the verses want a beautiful chorus
And a couple bridges to burn
We're shooting stars out
be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me, you need me
This ain't no shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You
be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me, you need me
This ain't no shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You
Im fresher than sanitizer
I fuck on your bitch with The Man Power
Her pussy wet she need a hand towel
We tipsy and this just the first hour
I beat up
grand vote, keep envelop ca me no need your note, still judge me wrong so close your court, fiscal deficit the goods we import
Chorus:
Them poor
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
ourselves to impossible resonance
Irrelevance the final fate of all information
Become the shimmering silk that forms this feeble chrysalis
We pollinate
dope
I don't know Keith, what their names, man?
I call 'em Silk
Silk, Silk, Silk, Silk 'n Smooth
Let's see what they can do
Yeah, let's check 'em out
we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?
Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get
HALLELUJAH PRAISE by Ap Shilly Denis & TLM music lyrics
Irai ijo Edeke loka aicha
(You're the God of light)
Irai ijo Edeke loka amun
(You're
landing sir Arthur
A penny dropped is one for the mega bus
But lose a tuppence
And we'll be standing in silk shoes from her until solstice
Dorian doesn't
gotta move
Y'all ain't seen a Fucking Mood
Wait till you see my mood bitch
You gon see how we move Switch
Put you on to some new shit arrrh
Wait till
Bahama saw that we could all have so much more
He opened the door
And he gave up his life in a great war
This is the life that Tommy Bahama fought and died
thinkin' that a player should uh huh
Goin' and lock you down, if you don't mind, how did you
On my silk sheets, that's where you need to be
I wanna earn
I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky
watch your back cause we take motherfuckers
This kid is ill
Man, He probably need some pills
Rock the cap with a duck bill, The shorts made from silk
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go 'round
So only
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
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