Lyrics:
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
When I'm surrounded by struggles I made it through it
To share with you
Get us through
God is the reason I'm different
My Christ is the only version
Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday is here at last
Little lamb, little lamb
A birthday goes by so fast
Little bear, little bear
You sit on my right,
sweet man should pass me by
If I die, where'll he be?
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
changing was not a reason to die
But he did not-so he must die!
YOU HAD YOUR CHANGE AND YOU FAILED!
Death by RNG is how I will go
This can not be! (How is
coming down hill to kill
Some call him Jones, yes, some call him Ted
He goes by many names but he prefers Fred
Now he knows no remorse and he never gets
He's gone, he's by the tree
I'm drawn to him
He might lose a limb
If my father thinks he's a robber
What
I hear bells on the roof, is that Santa Clause
I
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
He is One
With no father or no son
Who gave us the shinning moon
And the ever-blazing sun
He gave me eyes for seeing
My ears for hearing
Mouth for
You're the only reason for my happiness
You're the one I'm always dreaming of
Just to show you what I mean by happiness
Let me paint a picture
Yeah, looking for a reason, I'm back, I'm back, uh
Looking for a reason for my talent to believe in
Another situation happens, oh yeah, there he is
, reasons
Reasons, reasons, reasons
I'm still walking by faith
I'm still walking by faith
I'm still walking by faith
There's a land of milk and honey
flowing
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
Theodosia writes me a letter everyday
I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
He's on the British side in Georgia
He's trying to keep
gone need it all, can you really knock his hustle
Little nigga lifting iron he ain't even move a muscle
He think he'll make it big by robbing players
and my side bitch
I'm feeling like Saddam
They head the bomb, and if her baby daddy tripping
Fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he
to get it
Leaving you shredded like cheese in the lettuce
Remember your diet, you seem to forget it
Whats better? you dyin, the reason is devin
Lemme break
the money
The money aint got no legs
Not because you got knees nigga
That dont mean you gotta beg
The money is up ahead
Ima hunt it down like im fred
I need
to XSport, and they ran a full court
And I can not retort without thinking that this can't be the reason
"So what else you do? What about T.Y? Is he still
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
and blurted out
That the aliens the pedephiles were all concealed by the Clinton files
And everybody's talkin'
From the table head sat Grandpa Fred
His face
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
The graves the truth
Came through by
Jesus fucking Christ
No one has since ever seen him
The only God
Jfh8 has made known
He is without whom
Our souls will
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