Lyrics:
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
Like a lantern run low of oil the sun casts its last embers into a
multitude of diminutive waves dancing restlessly cross the River
Liffey. Moving
Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree
That we might die to sin and live to righteousness
By His wounds
You have been healed
Second Corinthians,
three wives, why fuck the nanny?
President fueled by religion
What kind of cult are you leading?
They run like rats to the shit you feed them
Then eat it
cherished memories act like scars
Outlaw lovers till the very end
We'd be bound by soul
So take my hands and run with me
We'll sail the skies
And the seven
I know you want me
Can't run away, can't run away from me
I'll navigate the seven seas just to find you
Can't hide away, can't hide away from me
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
Just do what's right for you by whatever and any means
And even if it means to run up with the rifle dude
And kill all of your enemies
But I know that
at Rainbow beach
Baby we'll escape
We'll go to South shore nicest spot
Pass by streetlight memorials
Flowers wither, balloons pop
Kids morn those killed by
back your wig
Never run from the excitement ya dig
cin't no second chances, I don't renege
Live my life under my word and my dick
cin't no funny
Chapter 7 THE CONCERT IN THE EGG
Willy Nickerson's great day has arrived, at long last. Hambrook's magnificent scenery is at its very best,
the hope
4. Heard em laughing at my past, don’t see the joke
5. Young king built to last, ain’t crash yet
6. Momma saw I had potential since Bassinet
7
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
to phase me
And others run me into the ground
My only escape is making music
Seems to heal my soul
New or old I just live for the sound
How long do you
son
Dre told me he ain't doin Detox, this his only run
Mase comin back, and Hov, he done
I'm surrounded by legends, sittin at the round table
I am
about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie
Slip fall
Vibration
Text message
Missed call
Marathon run with the heartless
Legioneers
Covering in the darkness
Heart hammering in my ears
The facing
NOTE: The lyrics listed here for Only Solutions
were transcribed and discussed by several
members of the Journey Mailing List.
We hope they are
NOTE: The lyrics listed here for Only Solutions
were transcribed and discussed by several
members of the Journey Mailing List.
We hope they are
traumatized
I wanted to escape, run from the demons
That grabbed me and choked me whenever I was breathing
Then they had to drive over to a mental hospital
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Aye, aye, aye
Draco, aye
17 nigga
We making moves at this motherfucker
I've been working, working seven days (Aye)
The money talking turn up
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