Lyrics:
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
By Bob Hartman
Based on 1 John 5:11
First He calls out
Into your darkness
He woos gently
And you have to choose
But the choice is easy
It's light
game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
obsessed with you
Come on let's hang out
Monday, Tuesday, everyday
Girl, I am in love with you
Hold up wait a minute
Baby I don't wanna scare you
Baby I
promoting
Thousands of people in Legend Clothing
Don't judge a man by his motor
Everything run kosher
Got me feeling like Sosa
I'm a boss like Sosa i'm about
right"
"Get yours, nigga"
Yo, dude is 31, living in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slinging,
at Malcolm in the middle
You homo ass nigga, (shh) go-N eat some skittles
Now hop up on the rainbow try to reach where I hang though
I'm a little further up
go our different ways so we want more
Another gig I got in until four, four, four
There's no escape from the fame
To somewhere they don't know my name
jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole world, there's an area
That, if you're poor,
Leaving in the morning, the sound of rooster crow
Gotta get to moving, 400 miles ago
No point in wasting daylight, must be moving on
There's a girl
Im on my fucking Christmas Break, I had to make another slap, yeah
Open your eyes, you see a legend in the making
When I can drive I need a parking
Prelude: Travis Scott, Hailey Orion & Deezie Brown
And like Austin doesn't even get popularized like that because there's like no rapper from Austin
1, Turtwig had to carry me
Back in Route 1, Treecko had to, wait
I been 'bout my green for a couple years
You was lookin' for some legends
Find
I came in the door, said it before
Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by
you a ticket
Muse he got racks and dope all in his britches
Can't hang with the gang now they say that you snitching
It's just me and my choppa we
it fine
Niggas got no aim
We just always out to get it
I'm that little fire in the rain
You couldn't put out
John Hancock, say that again
Get punched
And there’s no one here to warn ya
Para paranoia
You’ve been here before
Ya can lock up all your doors
But there’s a phantom in your foyer
Para paranoia
Para
student said to me --
was it really true there are elephants and lions too
in Piccadilly Circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond
to try and catch some sun.
ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
gold plated Desert Eazy
That's for who ever rebellious
The cartridge to it lookin' like The Legend Of Zelda
Born winner
Rhymin' like there's two horns in
2 Peter 2:20
Words by Bob Hartman
Music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
There are things that look attractive
On the surface of despair
There are
call me up again
Cause I will never hang up again (yeah I will never hang up again)
Don´t say we were just friends
Cause you were scared to fall in love
time, let the future unfold
Like immortals, in great legends to be told
My god, look at what we are now
Without regret for all the things that we
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