Lyrics:
overcome,
By the light of day.
My lips are near, but my hear is far away.
Tell me what to say,
I'll be your mouthpiece!
Into the light of a bridge that burns
Mexican, that's my partna from Hillwood
Everybody know that I be balling outta control, smoke so I can feel good
I got drank or I got a lot of money, I got
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
abandoned by my inner lost thoughts
Another way to speak lies from my intrusive cohorts
Be not known of the great depths of my life
Be not I but the thought
in this area.
I'm not good at certain things. I mean, I'll be traveling so much. I stay in so many hotels and some of these clubs, this, this place is
to be a twist
A pinball wizard's
Got such a supple wrist
How do you think he does it?
I don't know
What makes him so good?
Ain't got no distractions
you're the one
I never thought that love could ever be this fun
And now I see an open door and all I wanna do is
Run run run run away child
I'm still
a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you just like a child, girl
You know I've
of the good love
I wish you understood love
I ain't no good love, I'm destiny's child
Destiny's child, destiny's child
I gotta be on my way, now please don't
child
I get to my money by any means
Nobody was there or was feeling me
I used to be good, now it's killing me
I wanna be bad, it ain't good for me
I'm
a Rasta child
Grow up with discipline I'm not a yute that spoil
Hear this!
Jah call upon di yute because di yute they are strong
So woe be unto dem that
contemplating
Is worth the pain of waiting
We'll only end up hating
The child we may be creating
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, (scorned by
For behaving well all year
But the family together
Is the best of the gifts
Everybody wants to go to see
The Holy Child will be born
Everybody wants
Maggie run
With the heart of a rebel child
Oh, run, Maggie run
Be just as free as you are wild
It was raining on a Monday
The day that Maggie died
Mama said see it through
Don't let the night put the bite on you
Take your time make your plan
Mama said son be your own best man
Mama said
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall
explain, just listen, imma take you to school
I'm good by myself but with you with it's a power team
Laying up smoking green, laughing at multiple things
I
never ends
Must be the reason why we never make plans
I can't help myself, I don't want nobody else cause
You are good for health
You are good for self,
Ice cream epic
Epic ice cream man i might be ready (Or you might be in heaven)
I knew i was selling out when i was only selling out the ice cream
Imma finna be, bigger than you'll ever be
Boy you talking to a
Killer raised by a drug dealer
Smoke weed fuck hoes don't
Need liquor, Sip hen get throwed
Peace to hoes..
Jeff Stewart's in the motherfuckin house
Peace to Cool V
Peace to D Mac, T Smooth, Todd Lightland
The girls look so good..
The girls
to the Light on the Hill
And know my Good Father, and live by His will
('Cause) I'm not ashamed, I'm the beautiful child
Of a God who has saved, a God who has
ever seen before
And a host of angels sang to me, never heard a song so pure
They said don't be afraid, we bring good news to all the world
With great
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
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