Lyrics:
to know
That the dark in what I've always been, it will not ever go
No it will not ever go
And for so I lived a thousand years, a thousand turns
sleep good happy 'cause you can't dig up our planted seeds
I know my man's gon' stand by me breathing in my gentle breeze (ah)
I crossed those valleys
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
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?Macho, macho man!?
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six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
exterior with a thousand year old soul, man!
Come and stay at my house
And you can stay at my house and...
Come and get your backpack
I'll tell you where's
Lay with ya mama
Man, I was fifteen with a baby mama
Few grams and like eighty thousand, I promise
They were, say word, amen
Staring out my Bentley in
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
inside a crystal
And I'm not quite as in on the joke
Spent a thousand years
Waiting on the rituals
It's not the fire that kills you
It's inhaling all that
a pity? Aint it a shame?
I’m gone two thousand years and the world hasn’t changed
There’s still wars bein fought, there’s still
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
It has been a thousand years since the once powerful
planet of Blessing lost its life-giving two suns, and
countless millennia since the days
Scott concert
Ten people died, thousands got hurt (damn)
Thinkin' bout that 9 year old that's the saddest part
You know Uncle Murda love the kids,
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
The slaughter of ethnic Albanians by search continues in Kosovo
Society without government.
Streets of Miami's Little Havana collided with thousands
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
relentless
Only true love perseveres
It's been a long time and now I'm with you
After two thousand years
This is our moment
Here at the crossroads
strain have rolled two thousand years of wrong
And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
of death, while the sorcerer sleeps
Where is the morning
Where is the sun
Thousand years of midnight
The sunrise is gone
An old man marked by a life so
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