Lyrics:
and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission
We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's
what you wanna sing
Just like me, I'm not you easy bitch
'Cause I'm gonna sing my song tonight
(Twist, twist, twist) Twist, Twist, Twist in the empty
DJ Khaled, bitch the major key
Do shit I wanna I do shit obscene
We ending yo' game just like a laser beam
Feel like I'm Rocky I feel like I'm Creed
I
I've been redeemed
So I will sing a song to Him glorify and praise His Name haleluya
Haleluya my Jesus my Jesus is alive
So I sing haleluya so I sing
Still wave to their neighbor when they're drivin' by
Sing a song about the Heartland
Sing a song about the Heartland
Sing a song about my life
racers that run from the cops
I get a minute to look at the sky
Sing me a song when I open my eyes
I get a minute to look at the sky
Sing me a song when I
break out my shell)
巡り会えた気分 (oh yes! C'mon!)
Baby! 気ままに自由に
楽しめば全部が
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Let's sing a song
Let's sing a sing a song
(Ready? Ready?)
Let's sing
gimme a hand
And say those words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't
You helped me go on the radio
By saying
money on the table
I done lasted many rounds the new Apollo Creed
Everyday I chose to wake up and go get it by myself
Fuck the bridges I done burned cause
yet?
Baby you be makin' my poor heart pound
Every time you
Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song
give you every ounce of my being
Just give me your hate
We have been beaten down, we have been pushed aside
We sing these songs so that you don't
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
you know, we're at the top of the Eiffel
Follow along to the anthem song, got greens on every title, new age Cheech and Chong
But keep it high class,
or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime why'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with
by
No one else can make me cry
The way you do baby
You are the book that I read each day
You are the song that I sing
(Gonna sing it to you
a tale about the one you keep near
Sing me a song of joy
Tell me a tale about those that are dear
Sing me a song of joy
She veiled her days in pale
is the scene on Main Street, when John Fifty comes to town
Crowds of every age, creed and gender are abound
Senor Kitsch sings skits detailing each
pretty colors bled
And made you miss someone
Yes, you have love
In your hand a song
That you can sing in the darkness
And I'll be here if you should
across the land
Turn the other cheek he'd plead
Love thy neighbor was his creed
Pain humiliation death, he did not dread
With his Bible at his side
When you're feeling kind of lonesome in your mind
With a heartache followin' you so close behind
Call out to me as I ramble by.
I'll sing a song for
of moving on
This is a song of joy, sung by the tired and beaten
Can you hear the quiver in their voices? It's sung both by and for the ones who need it
But
should I grow up and sell
She tell him kid you trying to hustle in hell
The PTSD is caused by the bell
And you trying to change too much shit why so swell
by
No one else can make me cry
The way you do baby
You are the book that I read each day
You are the song that I sing
(Gonna sing it to you
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
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