Lyrics:
tongues...
Baalthus VANE: By all the gods of war! Stand fast, hounds of the Imperium!
'Tis true, steel is no use against this ignoble magical trickery!
Found the strength to carry on
In keepin' up the family ranch and
The house where she was born
She's a cowgirl from good old country stock
She knows
Got ya shawty and she say she want some good dick (thotty
I don't like these hoes so she can't play with my wood stick (nah
Wanna flex big I ain't
that oh
And everyday I'm praying for some better days
With God by my side i go see better days
I no wan see mockery from my haters dem
That be
were friends
One day till her friend fucked her ex man
Good dick make a chick do thangs
Know it had to be the sex man I
Want the money do my check
observing the watch
Kingpin did the work on the block
Now we all eat good putting birds in the pot
And I got birds by the flock
Shortie wanna ride fill her
My name's Old Glory and I'm stars and stripes forever. I'm embedded in the hearts of our
Heroes, worn on soldiers sleeves.
I'm revered by allied
crazy
Got me spinning like a roundhouse
By day I play with millionaires
Breakfast often chef-prepared
Fresh grapes, movies, my life picked up
So now I'm
down this road a time or two
And I had some bad days and good ones too
Life will throw you in the crossroads from time to time
Im only asking you God
licks selling bricks overnight rich
Its a good feeling till one day you and the homies slip
Showing off got caught belief he's no snitch
Backs against
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
Lead me in your truth and teach me
For you are the God of my salvation
On you I'll wait all the days of my life
Remember Lord your tender mercies of old
my racks doe
Since old days I got them out the way like 640 at a back show
Waddup MoCo my old home if you don't know
How I ball like number 10 me
Every day and night
I just dey fantasize
What it feels to be by your side
You my lover lover oh
You my God you be my God
You my father father oh
But I
My God, my God
Why have You forsaken me
Why are You so far from saving me
So far from my cries of anguish
Is this all just make-believe
My God, I'm
on the side of his bike I
Remember long nights and scooter rides
Pedaling til my foot would fall asleep
Or god shut off the lights I
Remember when Megan Good
it's a shame
Could be making change they'd rather
Play phone games
Karens ready to explode like propane
Y'all be living in the past fuck the old days
Across the field where the crick turns back
By the old stump road
I'm gonna take you to a special place
That nobody knows
Baby get ready, ooh-ooh
you? Nah, that's just old news
Hate to see me up, yeah
You're supposed to
Drop by, hypnosis
Every time you drop by I lose focus
Drop by when you need it
A demon taken in by a delusional man
Cross in his fist as he lays in the sand
Bowing to his god as it drains him of blood
Crucify the cunt and his
kaldım.
Her yerde parçalanmış geleceğin izleri vardı.
Asfalt insanım ben damarlarımda beton akar
Age old goods are watching me
Destructor of the ancient
I?m ridin dirty, dirty I'm ridin swore to god I?ma ball each day
So come prepared I ain't neva scared they gone let my ?
Yea!
Twista
I got whatever
'Cuz you know you got the feeling
(All right)
Good God got the feeling
(All right)
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin'
(All right now)
And I
I'd just sit in silence by myself
Turn this house into a jail
Dyin' slow in a livin' hell
But love's got a funny way of keepin' score
And your
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