Lyrics:
shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war
We trying to serve motherfucking 8 balls
Til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your
Better get it through your head
I'm leaving you dead
Drowned weighted with lead
Cuz I'm a psycho psycho psycho psycho
Michael Myers Michael Myers
she riding hard
We driving so fast and furious
She looking at me she curious (George)
My bitches they lit, my bitches is thick
They lining up to ride
Dear Trayvon, since you been gone
Wait, hold-up, see imma need something to sip on
Ok, so they still killling us and getting away with it
George
crack take good men
At the height of their prime
Live to make it to get old
And get disrespected by time
Nobody care bout your growth
Nobody care bout you
you could ever dream, at least in my case - all except two.
It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother
Michael
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
see you around)
Michael Praytor
Michael Praytor
Michael Praytor
Michael Praytor
So random
Who knows why some satellites
Come by and then they
I'm starting to give up hope on the earth
Can't you see all this hurt
Black Lives Matter
Police brutality and it seems like no one cares
For our
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um…
Verse 1
train someone else
Published in the 21st Century
By Michael Earth Osada so you can see
Your agreement to come in peace is what makes this
A safe place
It seems he went for the lottery
This all's falls in one category
We all calling it a mystery
I'm the villain the villain u all see
Glory to those
Once they calling your home phone, forget it
Get got
The very moment you really start to get it
Erased every tape in the place
Universal Magnetic
Got
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
wanna some day meet Oprah
I wish I could've meet Michael
I wanna reach out to Chris
I heard Michael is Chris' idol
Another night
And you been knocking
organ chords
Dracula give me a melody
Cuz we are some maestros
I'll drop the beat
If you give me the mic tho
The name is Crispi
Stop calling me Michael
forty acres of corn in the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by the pound
Proud as we can be
To live in Tennessee
Mama you and dad have got to come stay
five
Real street niggas, get it how they live
Cut that gangsta shit out
'Cause that ain't who you is
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word
Rayshard Brooks
Shit
I'm still fucked up what they did To George Floyd
Protesting peacefully we ain't Even up da score
Hands up they still shoot you like
It's Calling My Name (prod. by WHOISJBEATS)
“Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name (Bodega)
Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name”
(Chorus)
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you
da li di la
Balla di la da li
Balla da li di la
Sha la la la la
Balla da li di la
Balla di la da li
Balla da li di la
Sha la la la la
George Michael
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