Lyrics:
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
and that's your life
Turn off the lights, then turn on the mic
I'm Freddy Kruger, when you close your eyes
You won't survive the night
You just a life-size Big
hours now it's been going on
And still we're watching all of it
Can you really believe all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and marvel at his
the air we breathe?
Just … Just love
Every day and night
By kicking the drums
They want to take control of us
We are machines
It’s been always ‘round,
and night
How far apart
If we connected by heart
There's no distance
I've just got up
Are you going to sleep now
Is tonight in Sydney still echoing the piano
of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown
Have you heard of that ship
Called the good Reuben James
Manned by hard fighting men
Both of honor and fame?
She flew the Stars and Stripes
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
and let me activate
A louder sound provided by Jammin' James
On a flex, guess what's coming next
A dope rhyme by the D Double T-X
On the mic to engage
In the whip on a Tuesday night, got the music high
And you by my side, side
Top down and the moon is high and the mood is right
And you're by my
bright
On our way to the golden heights
Yeah that rock n roll, got her moving by the waist
No nights alone when the whiskey is here
Two more songs,
Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James? Run by hard fighting men both of honor and of fame.
She flew the Stars and Stripes
alike do meet
I'll reach for hope I'm scared to find
I'll yearn for love from time gone by
And just down from James Street
My hymns are on a different
out
The weekend, spend a night out
The weak are spitting this 'cause it's a vibe now
Say, we consider this abyss a picture of a mind now
Rohlen drop
I'll be James St Patrick you be Angela
Like we back in high school with love we just Amateurs
I'm Big on energy so Lemme Channel Ya
Once I match your
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief
(Chorus)
Play that thing, man.
(1st Instrumental Break)
Some people say you live on an island
With Marylin Monroe.
And every night Jim Bo Morrison
Puts
night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed,
got him by the balls
She has got him by the balls
My weird little brother James
And his ex-girlfriend
They would talk in those ridiculous voices
Peter, James and John in a sailboat
Peter, James and John in a sailboat
Peter, James and John in a sailboat
Out on the deep blue sea
Fished all
a clone a gold mine bitch please
Need a home alone in Sydney
You ain't home you won't be there quickly
Still think this shit is flown by Disney
I think my
trying trying trying
to keep you close to me
Baby you will never be alone
cause i'll be by your side
by your side
By your side
going through the night
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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