Lyrics:
of my situation? Clap on?
When 40 got some shit for me to snap on, now that I'm on
I don't really want to worry about getting back on
I'm just trying
you cold
The rays of the sun can be felt with a distant warmth
With wings of an eagle, the truth will carry you home
Into the grace of the silver shores
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
home, the great unknown could be my final chance
I lay me down, the soothing sound, the sun corona mountain crown
The frigid sea has much to teach, but
tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By
on
[E-40]
We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, why'all
Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be
the only way I know how to get it out
You hear me
Tell me if I'm - right or wrong
Riding late at night that .40 what I'm grippin on (big 40)
Flying
want to see
Bring the kid and carry me
Rig it with the closeness
Hang my bones.
Submitted by Rene
GOING BLIND:
And I know how it's to be
And this tragedy
From the wreck
My father carries me
(I'll come back home)
Tires screeching
(I'll come back home)
Someone screaming
(Back home)
From this
tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By
the sinking and the plundering of ships on the Spanish Main.
The judge he found us guilty, we were condemned to die.
Oh young men, a warning by me take, lead
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
cursed all the workings of men
Then I sang to the sun and I sang to the moon
I sang 'till my soul was no longer bruised
I carry my cross and I carry it
sweat 'til it froze
Don't drip the stones
They'll be trailing me home
I ain't Hansel and Gretel
I'm handsome and ghetto
I ain't 'fraid of the chrome
These
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Look at me Ray Bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different colored pants I ain't tryna match
Smooth watch [?] pop the dirty tag
Okay I'm
a body in that bed?
By this lake you never know
Don't believe what we were shown
Such a quiet afternoon, no I don't wanna be alone
At home in my castle
Lady you are so fly, not like these bird pasting by you know. A no regular princess, no regular princess you a the one to carry home. Yes you a no
And float weh left dem, yea mi leave di grung
Fi dem rat race, crab ina barrel , beat di drum
Now me and Betelgeuse a par, dawg mi deevn need e sun
Lidocaine
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
the time and the love we shared
It’s time for me to go home
But you’ll never be alone
Cause it was forty three years of you and me together
We have every
Sometimes you can't carry on
When i walk onto the sun i feel the burning
When i left this afternoon girl will you still be waiting for me?
Light it
They say
stumble, know that I'll come back around (come back around)
The thought of you will carry me now
'Cause I've been climbing up these mountains one by one
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