Lyrics:
the days went on and the years went by
And on a rainy autumn day he joined her on the other side
But in his will, it was much to my surprise
He left me
gnarly on the cross
Courtyard by marriott, party with the boss
While we tryin to make this video that's hardly worth the cost
In the long run, songs done
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,
Space Walk 4
Let me space walk, I know you can't believe your eyes, I rise to my toes, let the flow, be exposed
some say I'm the chosen, I just woke
remember nigga)
I wouldn't nothing but 19 (I remember nigga)
When I first meet tee and mel (I remember nigga)
when y'all got me out of jail (I remember
mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
To Christ, who won for sinners' grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore
Everybody needs a little help sometime
No one stands alone
Makes no difference if you're just a child like me
Or a king upon a throne
For there
And no little bitches get by me, cause I check ID,
Kindly, step away from the cock if you ain't got the jist to freak/
Gimme your heiney - it'll fit -
On a road leading up Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming
The cameras are always recording
Reporting little black kids
For selling lemonade
I liked it better when
Ya stayed away
When ya was afraid
Cross
And the stars go out
Lost in a dream
She came to me
The last leaf of spring
Caught on a breeze
Whispered her name
As she drifted by
Brushed past my lips
So close
birthdays sake
Got vatos on stand by
To earn their break
Keeping they hand up
I teach they make
I don't know about a gram
But for kilos sake
Bake
Hard
It's the risk taker this rap shit or meet my maker
You lack flavor my musics just the type to savor
You lover hater
Don't be praying to the savior
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
(Intro)
All my niggas out there
Let me tell y'all niggas one thing
As we move into this motherfuckin future
Shit is gonna get realer, shit is gonna
Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who
I AM SICK- SO FUCKING SICK- OF YOUR LAUGHING
I AM SICK- SO FUCKING SICK- OF YOUR TALKING
I AM SICK OF YOUR USELESS TRIES TO MISSIONARE ME
I AM SICK
What you've done to me in the name of love
Wasn't quite what I had been thinking of
My wounded flesh lies open to your scorn
Each and every time we meet
dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
Dead dead dead dead
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead dead dead dead
(Oh Saint
Elle est si magnifique, I see her twice a week
I pass her on the street, and hope our eyes will meet
And I try not to stare, but I think she's
The drives cross town to pick up both her kids
See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She
On a road leading up Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming
Got no gloves and I don?t wear a hat
And these streets are cold
And I forgot the reasons I came
Walk a mile and I cross the bridge
To where heat
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