Lyrics:
nothing going on
They don't even fucking hear my songs
Took a different path, don't know right or wrong
It goes on and on
So I'mma stay by myself
Yea I'mma
The Mark Morant Story
It all began in Richmond Heights, South West Miami so get your mind right 146 Terrace if you want to fight go fly a kite if
I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
better now ?
The USA plagued by mass shootings
Ukraine invaded by Vladimir Putin
Folk no longer go first footing
That Hogmanay custom has long died
So
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go
It’s a Pandora’s box of olfactory hell
And I’m tired of living downwind of that smell!
So, Mark Levy, what on earth have you been doing?
Stop pissing
Doctor, is there a cure?
I want to know. Will I live any more? I ain't
gonna lie; I don't want to die, ‘cause if I
end up in hell, I won't
you all to add a little something to the collection plate
Here we go!
Wonderful life
Forgive me, mark. for I have
window
Never confused me from being collected and cool
I can't be fooled by people abiding a different rule
Skid marks could show, and the roads we've
double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way
the pressure to
The esophagus of they oppressor
I hope my bars are intercessin' to end
The efforts of all you little devils
Yeah, go to hell
Hey, lil'
measured by the toys he's got
Excess marks the spot
Go for it all if you need it or not
Excess marks the spot
Ooh, two condos in Maui one in Newport Beach
enslaved the first empire
One world language, one world religion
One world order, we have learned nothing (one)
Make the keys to heaven a gift
Positivity
Have you had your plus sign today?
Positivity
Do we mark you present or do we mark you late?
Is that a good man
Walking down
more money I don't have much money
I do it for the money hell yeah for the money
I do it for the money hell yeah for the money
I do it for the money hell
the apocalypse
He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand
Or on his forehead so that no one shall be able
To buy or sell unless he has that mark
Which
you take the whole of time represented by one year
But only in the first few moments of the 1st of January
It's a long way to go
And no, we're not
have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause
you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with
like me, maybe you're, selfish as hell
Please don't leave a mark, I already got scars. Everyday I just pray we all go to Heaven not hell
Heaven not hell
be number one and I put it on god
Everybody been asking me what's next, bitch I don't know
But I know that I'd like to have some sex, Okay lets go
right beside me
I'm so glad to have the pleasure to be able to call him my king
End of days and your times up,
When you feel like you did enough
Mark
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in
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