Lyrics:
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
enough for two
I'll never use it girl If I don't have you
[Chorus]
Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell
you hear is
Fake and dumb
Seven years with no mom
Who could adore you
In a million years
In a million years
In a million years
In a million years
In
to demonstrating
If we had five million brothers protesting last year
Wow
Brother Kap would have had a job by now
Just how are we so indifferent when it comes
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
in March alone
Food banks gave out 20 percent more in food than the average month
This year between 71 and 100 million people will fall into extreme
Damn the last whole year for me has been so strange
My head been in a daze drifting back and forth in states
Of my dreams of fame and a hundred
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
and Yono they were strictly in love
Bound to happen in a million years they
Were together, man unfortunatimetable
They seemed to have previous experience
love got more grounds to gain
Can't get stuck with a ball and a chain
Hey love I need to be sure
Come back and see me in two years or more
I
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!
[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more
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Bitch
I'm One in a Million
Know I'm the man when I walk in the building
Nobody knows, but they'll know in a minute
No Suit and Tie, but I'm
to get by
In front of twenty million people
Tonight!
That's King Kaiser, star of Comedy Cavalcade
A great guy
This is Crap!
Honest
And these are my
If 10 more million fireflies
Would light the world outside my bed
Can't make a world from mine
A life my babygurl not tryna live
She locked her eyes
What up, my name is Nick, they call me Murs though
Hate to stare but you was lookin' at me first though
So?
I ain't hearin' it
You ain't got
the fire
Of ten (of ten) million stars (LL: guess who's back, uh)
I'm more then a conqueror
Double up your bets
Come and rumble with the decks
I know
a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
When I walk around all of the streets
Where I grew up and found my feet
They can't look me in
approaching
The R rates increasing a graph that is sloping
Then came tiers crocodile tricks by alligator peers
All Caps died but we cried at the end of the year
prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie
I swear I'ma blow this year
I hope that I blow this year
Watching seasons going by
While I realise I'm the coldest here
Hope a milly get sold this
a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet till
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