Lyrics:
plowed
And the weeds covered up the sun
[Chorus]
Hey well ain't it your birthday?
Then why aren't you smiling?
I just drove two hundred and fifty
God forbid you make it to the hospital
Cause I'll be the one by the bedside
Tell my man I'm a general
He ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell
The remnants of mankind take their places and sit
In a shaft lined with torches, blackened faces are lit
By the echoes of silence in this bottomless pit.
In
This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's
the horrific pestilence
You are spared and standing on Holy ground
Searching nystagmus, it's no wonder
Spiritual migraines still persist
The scales fall,
and the Gene are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me change
"Deadly"
We have chosen this topic because of its actuality. Right extremists
are on the rise again all over the world. 50 years after the tragedy
friend you can call me 50
But after that I'm tryna play with the kitty
She pretty, witty, and a little bit gritty
Make her sing like Whitney
Spanish girls
that I was dirty red
But I was noble like that New Jersey head
Yeah, BL bright like CL 5.50 Smooth
Nights like we sell white like, we sell kites like
I got 50 guys but a couple of G's
Sometimes I think is it worth the squeeze
Man I can’t get by on the music streams
I work night and day to achieve my
Tulips in my head
I try to forget
And this one's from America
I paid for it fifty dollars
Netted by the Sioux Indians
Near the Rocky Mountains
the melody of
Forty-second street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
They're side by
're super swift
And I'm loving all your energy, it's super diff
But we gone see though, are you ready for me though?
I'm quite the hand full, my girl can come
No one knows our names, lying in this grave unmarked, with no name.
Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground.
Down
Are you together?
Old fingers touch a young girl's skin, unusual love or sin?
Tough leather slides on her velvety cover, never any other
Except
lies beside her calms her fear, it's alright darling you can rest
and long they lay there side by side, the breath of two becomes the one
and down
Will I Ever Get A Chance To Sing My Songs Someday Before I'm Dead?
words and music by Jose Promis
I finished this song, and then I set it down
I've
a prisoner beaten by the cops who kept repeatin',
Hey babe, you didn't see this. Oh but when she said she did,
She was a cop no more. And it was like before
to rob, and wanted me in on the job
Bust this, disgusted, one night in the middle of sex
She asked O-Press - "Are you down for this?"
And I said "YES!
on your terms"
And I know you're just a foot up out of the doldrums
All the finger sucking, singer fucking girls
Are making me wake up in these cold
down
I'm black and I'm proud, yeah, ooh
Fifty grand on the watch
All this bullshit music, they don't know when to stop
They don't know when it's
I’m never leaving,
I wanna tell you how I’m feeling, my words are stolen by the hands of time,
So I can’t say goodbye.
Stay awake with me now, stay
trynna take off her blouse
Look at my bank account, fifty
Racks up, by the cost
He finna cry 'bout a hoe, laugh at his life
He a joke
She tryna give me
I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town
And If you wanna get live than come Down Town
Verse I
I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ
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