Lyrics:
bitch made just by your phenotype
The last nigga was in better shape he was a problem then he went away
He got his ass whooped
He was watching way too
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A DONKEY'S ASS UNTIL HE CAN'T COME ANYMORE!...
Hey-hey! haha! Not until you sing me your big hit record!... and I want to hear
When he lays by my side
He's my very own real wild child
With his heart of stone sittin' all alone
Between the anchor and the bride
[Chorus: x2]
Jim's with both of my arms
If you see me go without them better be on your guard
Walking down the isle and I see a pretty girl
You know I had to get her
have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin' this
Check your hygienist and your dentist
You might think I'm
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
doesn't play fair
My memories fit yeah, I'm taking hits yeah
I'm making amends, u with the quilts yeah
Make another heart drop
In the palms yeah
Lauderdale
Roping cattle, getting money
Wrangling horses in the country
For survival nothing funny
All of this by nine years old
Hiram taught Jim to be hungry
By
between a truth and lie
You want money or save lives, man, you decide
Open your eyes, number 1 with a side fries
Cause I'm about my fathers business like
You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?
The cops are outside, "We know you have
Only when cruelty hits home will an epiphany flow
From your heart to your mind
Wiping layers of fearful hate, turns your soul kind
Unwind the strands
heart reach out your hand - and I will be there.
Love ain't something you simply just get through.
I'm grateful for your disposition when I'm blinded by
these empty days and nights
Glued to the screen
Rerun by rerun
At the dark outer limits of my soul
Stranded between
The green acres of my good intentions
knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts
(Oh,
knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts
(Oh,
to follow
There ain't no pride in a heart that's hollow
So you bow your head and accept your load
On the dead end trip you take down Riggley road
There was
the world will remember my name
I've grown accustomed to the pain, with no adjustment for a change
I've spilled my heart so many times I swear I've mustered
Lover, lover girl, I can never love again
I can't be without you, baby I would suffocate
When I'm not by your side I am chasing rubber bands
Halo
Between the drizzle and the drop
Between the drizzle and the drop
Come on put your faith in beauty
Try to do love's duty, won't you help us
Slow four...one two three four...
Bless the father bless the son
Cross your heart 'cause you're the one
Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
Curvy
hit me up on the gram and said, "Damn
You don't even need a buzz to
Be gettin' love from your fans"
I said it's a difference between
A fan
genetically whether your white, red, yellow, green
And everything in between
It's a fact, that every race ancestors were black
That's what I mean
Every race
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