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and beautiful
Bit of a rebel
But I love my country like a fool
So I said "girl
You don't seem to play by the rules
You can drown or fall in line
But I won't lose
I really can, I really can
Spend all my money, I really can
What do you want, Omalicha? (Omalicha nwa)
Don't be shy, just talk and it is yours (talk
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
a saint
I don't really wanna be the one
That you can always blame
Girl, I'm tired of the pourin' rain
I just wanna be okay
But you're making it worse for
Me
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
This town was built on muddy stilts
By the lunatic parade
Well, it rains like Revelations
Gonna wash these freaks away
Some girls wanna hold your
that shit is the illogical aside quotes,”
Think he played the perfect father role
Son Go Farther, Farther Than I Can Go
Rain on my parade when I thought
Headed to the city, swag all on me
Only got money on my mind
Parents don't like it, always stayin' funny
Girl, with you I can't deny
Yeah, yeah,
Once again oughta look into the eye
Being myself, having my pride
No one, baby, is gonna take me for a ride
Burning my bridges, moving at last
Girl
a little money without it, its always sunny
It always rains on my parade and people thing its funny
Now the rain water covers my shoes
If you woke up in my
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off
My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip
The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains
On parades, I wear shades when
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Fidel Fresco
And I got my brother Blak Los wit me tonight
And we are the Brooklyn Dodgaz
And we
a shit
I'ma show you who the realest is
Everything glitter ain't gold, my heart don't love no more it's cold
Let it rain it's gon' be a parade, fuck
love you ain't give a shit
I'ma show you who the realest is
Everything glitter ain't gold
My heart don't love no more it's cold
Let it rain, it's gon'
and the sky as the hours roll by
Ain't it funny, how the world seems to be back there in my dreams
All I see is my reflection in your wild and winsome ways
it all, don't give up, carry on
I'll give you my life, I owe you
Everything in time, I'll show you
You can see the light, that no one
No one sees
time to sprinkle some rain on the parade
Now listen, take this as a word from the wise
I'm not a prophet or a preacher, just a man with eyes
And I've
on champagne
(One day)
If that’s the case I’m about to rain on your parade
With my creative campaign
I’m tired of playing around
Nothings gon be bringing me down
press play
Own hits, know they bang, when the music hit, Novacane
Godly gift that slow the pain when they know it's lit some hope it rain
On your parade
You don't even wanna make up
You just waiting for an apology
It's funny cause your the problem
See, there's a reoccurring theme
I'm sick and tired
laundry
Comes a beautiful family of three
Reunited again after years
Now rain and voices fill my ears
And next thing I know a Spanish waitress stops by
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