Lyrics:
Babygirl got the yams
Can a nigga get a plate
We’ve been smoking by the zip
Everyday a different state
Use to have to pop the doors
Now the crib
I'll try to safe my wife and child
I'll run away to hide
Say a foe is now born
Tar and feather me with scorn
Take my hand
You heaven-sent
there) with a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped
As a united force
Carried by darkened wings
Dark through time
To open the door
To the blackened place of rest
Rising
To once spread his darkened wings
Pray to the future
Look to the past
Face the accuser
Freeze in our tracks
So many children
Have fallen from grace
The door should be open
No scorn
I awaken bloodshot and sore
Another days heat another days scorn
I awaken bloodshot and sore
Bruised and worn from the day before
Reluctantly I
I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o
It's the song
I'm back, angel headed holloweyed
Placed myself at the eye of the storm
Just didn't see the signpost to scorn
The blue sky wrinkled through my tears
me i fit die for you
Yeah
Girl you know I dey by your Side if you leave me girl is Suicide girl
I no want make You Dey cry cause you are my Baby For
Fall to your knees
Witness the death of your kind"
Belial - the wretched spawn
Corrupted masters, sweetened by sin
Sickened with pleasure
Scorn
Addi Teacha and a Spice
Every man grab a gyal
And every gyal grab a man
Man to man pan mi song, dats wrong, scorn dem
All when a night and every
When I die, burn my body, plant a seed in the dust
I don't wanna decompose in an underground box
All your fucking regrets and affection I scorn
I
Old as time long foretold
We all know how it ends
Before it has grown old
By the hand of the Queen
Our hearts shall be redeemed
(Out for blood call
nobody blame him
His scorn I approve
Let nobody blame him
Let nobody blame him
I say
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green
Time, the last storm hit up for last time
The scorn in us our lost time
Last calling now for lost time
Feel stormy void around
Feel this
and flame
Deafened by the howling dread
Unbound from what is sane
I am precedent
I am scorn
I am rage
I am agony
I am guilt
I am shame
I am precedent
I am
the same as how
You were raised
By the scorn and scars you fight
To be free
So just call out for my name
And I'll call out
Sweet child there's more to love
in scorn
You've said enough
You're not defined by what you say
You're not defined by the side you claim
You're not defined by past mistakes
You have
Reign of scorn
My body is a cage
I can't escape
My heart is full of hate
Engulfing you by flames
Master of deception
In for the kill
There's
sail to
When all your ocean
Is a mindless chore
I'm the number on your kitchen door
I'm the gifted son you can not scorn
I'm the number on your
so fast damn I rip the page
Tell me, why does my mind just go berserk
Spitting music to be murdered by while driving home from work
If we're talking
They met on steps of a ruthless world
They walked through doors despite the scorn
They called it love and held their hands
Together though no one
The day you mess with Skurvy, arr, you'll wish you were never born!
When the coconut is mine, then you'll feel this pirate's scorn!
He hid it in an idol
The fear inside my hate filled mind
The concept of eternal life
Never could you understand
That life won't take you by the hand
Wait, you
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