Lyrics:
to the show
You get a good feelin', the place is packed to the ceilin'
Not to mention, promoters are gonna make a killin'
People leaving their seats to buy
fed intruders
The engines on back of scooters
The real can recognize real and we need to know just who you are
You are in the presence of many presents
the tool
Bitch leave that man its me and you
I done got in the pussy now its you and you
I done hit up your bestfriend like watchu wanna do
She say im with
on being skeptical
Why are you here? What do you want? Who sent you?
What do they need?
You wanna be friends? Why?
You love me? We just met last week
I'm
on being skeptical
Why are you here? What do you want? Who sent you?
What do they need?
You wanna be friends? Why?
You love me? We just met last week
I'm
Ehhe ehhe ehhe omteme
You are my one in a million girl
Ehhe ehehe ehheh ololufe
You are blessing to me
Everyday is a sunny day
Girl with you by my
the greater good
Just a couple crackers cheesin', trynna make it out the hood
At times, I felt lost or like you had forsaken me
I still don't understand some
Gipp show him my shit
Close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand the plan
Can't make no moves when you in the hands of the man
And tell us who you are
The room has all gone misty
My thoughts are all in spin
Sit down young stranger
And tell us where you been
Well, I've been up
bank)
Faith na the licence (Faith is the licence)
We only want your soul
to be become Jesus own
In case you don't know
You are not the owner of your own
cuts when the check is cut
It came fast but now it's over like you know what
I hear guys talk about who they are and who they'll become
Just to see them
of the clock, cause times are changing
Me sweatin girls, man, that's back in the days when
I was naive, kinda young, mighta even brung
Flowers to your door,
of the clock, cause times are changing
Me sweatin girls, man, that's back in the days when
I was naive, kinda young, mighta even brung
Flowers to your door,
nigga, how you figga?
Not too many fools livin' nice so on the trigga
Duckin' me is like not touchin' snow in a blizzard
Or a black man blushing, can't
truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don't want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more,
Before the years go by, and you just askin' damn, what happened
Man, what happened is you focused on the fears and on the crap
And all the evil in society,
to the show
If you are easily offended
Then you probably should go
My resolution to losers who my
New music has triggered
And just a million views on YouTube
Is
you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
dying you slow
Maybe they'll love me like Michael in his prime
Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags
History
murda comez foe you, murda comez foe you)
(murda comez foe you?) Or death, death, death, death?
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
The winner takes it all and holds me tight
Who's the winner of the game, who will be lonely
In the end there will be no one by your side
When you've lost there
and the ties
I'm too civilized to fool witchu guys
Money is in front of you but who's by your side
Some are really witcha, some are snakes in disguise
But I
Can you ease me
Clothed in relief
Can you care for me
Wearing nothing but grief
The sun will come to claw and burn my eyes
The sun will come
wanna get, Brave Wilderness is in my view
I'm so much inspired by you
Coyote we should be like you and not be the complete opposite
Make an elephant part
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