Lyrics:
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
of fucking love
You are burden
I carry around, the anchor, on my back
You make me feel like my feet are cast from concrete
You try to drag me down
But
you only breath
For me you live
Suffer by my command
Bleed by my will
As my humble servant
Obey only me
Scream, sweet music to my ears
Ambrosia
scene
RIP to the beat
Now I'm done playin'
I made it by skill, I ain't make it by chance
So can't take that deal, it don't meet my demands
Seen more in
sing a make she love da singer ya
Me love yuh style
Me love everything enuh
But me nuh wah inna me feelings
Gyal me prefer inna yuh
Gyal me know your
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
can't
Call me poor
'Cause I know how to love, I know how
To love you well
And as we skip the light fandango
From that ole jukebox by the bar
Now
controlled by demons is the heart of all evil pos-
sessed by the queen and her unholy servants.
"If we destroy it, the earth will be ours and it will bring
trapped in the walls now
Lord I need you to come and break all the walls down
And build a new foundation, make my heart your home now
Pops told me Proverbs
tapas in order to please Lord Shiva.
Lord Shiva, in all his splendor
Appeared before him.
I am pleased by your devotion.
Ask from me any boon you
a yuh me love? yuh di one dat me prefer, yeh
I have never seen a fine gyal like yuh
I just wanna stay by your side a wey yuh de
Yuh make a man a singer
black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last
Nothing makes sense, I tried to see what I had lost
But I was never the best, at the actions that I preached
So when the time came and went, I saw
The astonishing verbal abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
We were destined to share the stage someday.
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
Getting by in the slow lane
It's always been the same for me
Standing in the shadows
Always where I'm meant to be
Someone like me never meets a woman
Lately,
I´m not listening to music,
not listening to music
Empty lyrics empty music
Worthless singers run by profit
Lately,
I´m not listening
me down
We call upon the powers
Oh sovereign on the Hill
To sanctify your servants
As we go in for the kill
We have no king but Caesar
It's you we will
got shot by your eyes
(Your beauty always make me smile)
I hoped you happy (I hoped you happy) When I throw my pickup line and we can meet together
happen for baba He will make happen for you .there was captain in the bible his dear servant was very sick he told the elders to bring Jesus to come & heal
don't make up more than half of our homes
Like most of those ain't headed by our mothers no man in the throne
Neo-patriarchal systems visions are so pussy
pass dangote
When he echo make I echo na raba talk
No be by sleepiness night them dey get the bar
If na by sleepless night watin be Elon musk o
And I wan
takin care of business, and that's all I said
[Chorus]
[unknown singer]
Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh
So watch as you hold
granted
Amanam Amanam oooooh
You took my shame away
Clothed me with honour
Amanam Daddy Amanam ooooh
You made the barren fruitful
The servant is now
iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
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