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Oh no no no hey ya
Hey ya
It's another one
Muscular daddi pon the record
GNY
(Litty)
Go say

I'm praying and I'm seeking for you grace
If you no do

if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,

Best of Me

Kid Rock

First Kiss

2015

'm good at choosing
'Cause now that we're here
It seems so clear

When the lights go down and the music plays
I feel like a king that can sing for days
I

don't hang by fake love
So I keep hymen like a nun, never fuckin' with niggas bruh
Check the leaf it twist- ed
They ain't with it
They goin' swear they

Empty pockets, Deep eye sockets, Eyes that say f-it
It's a battle, The armour rattles, Forgot how to rockt it
I am no king, Let me sing, I need an out

pockets
Deep eye sockets
Eyes that say f-it

It's a battle
The armour rattles
Forgot how to rockt it

I am no king
Let me sing
I need an out

On the floor

pockets
Deep eye sockets
Eyes that say f-it

It's a battle
The armour rattles
Forgot how to rockt it

I am no king
Let me sing
I need an out

On the floor

to feel more
Every time that I rhyme I show up in rare form
The next line Ima drop is to give you fair warning
When it rains it pours, my life has been like

their bodies on the fuckin' news
Channel 7, Channel 2, Channel 5, nigga
Hit me up, I bet my homies down to ride, nigga
And it's just how this shit go

LYRICS FOR CLASSIC BY 
JOHNNIE PETERSON (JOHNNIE CLEVELAND/WEST ONE) 
AARON HADALA (A-RON BACARDI) 
AND CHRIS KING (DOBAD).

Intro:
Out of the past

Look
They said I wouldn't make it but I'm still here
I see their hatred they can't face it, I don't feel fear
I feel amazing but I'm breaking my mask

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six

Had a nightmare 'bout me killing, it was too vicious
I feel like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe
If all they do is kill off all the kings?

and turn, then I feel stress in my sleep
I don't care that I'm a statistic
The devil's got my soul and my dreams are mighty sadistic
It's pitched black

principles far advanced fathom what I'm to empty vessel channel the news programmed to speak it true

Coded pictures mental statistics captured the essence

yeah we talking in facts
No false assumption we be bumping yeah we got it like that
I'm the king and my crown blingin I ain't go tit-for-tat
No

(Fast)
I had to jump off the porch
I’m getting right to it it’s in my genetics (Mud)
I get it by any means
We gonna be living don’t question my ethics

Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar

forty-nine
Pulls the trigger of his gun
Nothing to be scared of
But off course no one can be sure
That's  what they  tell you 
Walking out of the door
 
It's

the way she go down on me (down)
Suck it, she swallow, devour me (swallow)
Get naked, get in the shower with me
Know I'm the king, baby, bow to me (vow)