Lyrics:
doesn't apply
Screaming you're a king while stuck in a noose
Everything to lose with nothing to prove
Try to kill my vibe, but you're killing your own
All
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!)
bad you always come through
It's all in the pudding I'm seeing the proof
Ou Lord you really helped me yea you really helped me
Woke me up and now I can
sessions where
Sessions burned
Put my soul into it, now my feet is firm
In the game, where a name is hard to earn
And hot cats' careers gets scarred
Until I saw an angry middle aged man coming right by us
We were in a remote town with no case, we took the measures
Security wise, plus nobody from my
baby can you promise cause I can promise
Ima fall through
You know there’s proof
I ain’t gotta show you
You know (know)
Your boy is on it your
anything, I'll buy you any ring
And im in pieces, Baby fix me
And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream
Chorus:
One love
My one heart
My one life
my nigga told him get dressed
Nigga asking who all there, probably be about 100 hoes nothing less
Squad back on the road, whipping the whoopty made in
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
Champagne, paper planes
This gon' be a long night
Bad bitches, good weed
This gon' be a long night
Bombay and lemonade
This gon' be a long
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
back on them slave ships if we don t recognize that the prize is togetherness stockpile the right goods in residents looting and destroying your hoods
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
speak
And if she's not following me or in my face
Then she's clockin' and jockin'
My homeboy Ace
Making you look bad, 'cause your girl is hot
Spending all
there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!)
alive, I am what I am and I'm
Damn good to be a no good, hooded by
The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man
string, no trouble there
(Ah, but there's a snag, you
See: Due to bad packing, the
Hundred and twenty-two thousand miles is
In three-inch lengths so
It's
good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior High
We was just gettin' by
What is that calling?
Why, I think it's the Earth
Hurting under attack by symbiotic parasites, urging me to find a cure
Offering me in return, infinite
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And your trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause
pride in
I did away with foolishness
I'm gone live to see a hundred
Proof to you my God exists
The common knowledge
I admit
Might be harder to accept
Than
hands. good workers reiterate, good work.
My smog inhaler is human shortcoming proof.
Gather around light of your life, happily blinded. every evening
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