Lyrics:
summarizing the album for all you listeners
And Essentially what happened was there was a bee
he had to become a Better Man because he was with this bug
We
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
A taste of the album Love is a Painter
Composer duo Mireille & Eddy Moust. They are researching universal human themes in lyrics, melodies,
We're keepin it
ARE YOU A TWINK THATS TIRED OF BEING CALLED SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE BY ALL YOUR GYM BROS? i HAVE A BRNAD NEW REVOLUTIONARY GYM WEAR THAT
them
So I'm going to give it to y'all in singles in the same order
I want you to hear it in from the album
But you guys are going to hear it and it's
see
It is all being destroyed by sins
Crimes is a huge problem that
Is ruining the amazing society
Wars are hurting people
Blood is being seen every
Introduction
(Ray Price - Willie Nelson)
When the evening sun goes down
Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house
As we make this new Columbia album
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
of madmen, they’ve been falsely labeled
By bigotry, victimized for a different creed
The color of their skin finds them guilty of sin
While innocent people
We are the foreigners
We are the mutts
We are the brown bits
Stuck to the melting pot
We are the accent
You spot on the phone
"Sorry, where are you
The police are there not to
In our community not to
Promote our welfare
Or our security and our safety
But they are there to contain us
What the hella are we
We just some mfkn victims
Stay low key
Nah we aint never be trippin
No games homie got that fire when We spittin
Never stay
enterprises
Dance in the streets to their own beat
Can walk miles by themselves but never feel lonely
Question everything, even family and homies
Not out
are running, this is a fine-tuned mach
The goose has gotten fat
On caviar in fancy bars
And subprime loans
And broken homes
Is this the life,
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
of her hips
It's something in the soil, It's the bellota oil
Here sentiments are pacifistic
Flowers are caressed by mist brought in by the heathen pacific
This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by MC Pooja
The views and opinions expressed in this album are entirely that of MC
and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive,
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
foreigners
Come and get dem green cards
And learn some damn english
And den how to drive
I wish my mother-in-law get hit by a car
I wish my mother-in-law
more refined day by day
2021 was a big one
2021 was a big one
Going back to the home of my ancestors
Still don't have an ID 'cause I'm a foreigner
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