Lyrics:
gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin' like I'm athletic
And success
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
They gave us student visas when we were over there
They
afraid
Don't let despair
Pull you from the light
The king of love and mercy
Is always by your side
No matter how tossed and torn your life may feel
I play as fast as I can, I'm the Gingerbread Man
With a fast hand, won't ya kick me outta your band
I only play for me, I'm the king of Unity
I'm
be your favorite thing
Head of your devil things
You can tell me how you feel
Baby, I'm for real, believe me
I know what you mean, my love is king
Let
memory load it up erase me
I'm the king in the middle of your thought world
You're a phem in this universe of rote world
Looking for a freebee believe me
Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not
corners of my mindscape
Deep inside those shades
The answers are a secret
Forbidden by the black kings
They keep us in this prison
Slavery is our fate in
and find the bread
By mi sweat nah turn no cheek, a tooth fi teeth (oh)
Nuh try defeat, the nine will press
Then me go read what the Bible say (yeah)
live to receive your blessings lord
I’m not convinced by the way things go
Painting all these pictures they seem to come true
I’m stuck in mental prison
Coming from the bottom trying to make it out
He don't need help, he don't need a vouch
City of sin, with a pin that bleed
Is there a reason you believe me
(Charlie Tuna in the morning 1-0-4)
It's 8-0-8 you'll never believe this, Laurie (hm)
In the studio right now (yeah?) Two Charlie Tunas (uh)
we all kings, but there's one god
There's one Allah, there's one Jah, bless
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out
Bring
(You done messed up Aaron)
(R14)
I made my bed, so I'ma lie in it (yeah)
Silk quilt fit for a king, I love the finer things
Punch your
the prom king, baseball team played second base
Everybody liked him, had a smile and sense of humor
His dad is a lawyer and his mom is a tutor
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