Lyrics:
l-e- d
Gotta call from my cuzz in the lbc
Say he hit ah lick now he p.l.u.g
And fa da l.o.dub
He mail ole cuzz
Dat nigga 2 L A like Mello gul
Smoke
stopped by and he offered us a ride said he's name was Tyler
He had an old Chevy truck that couldn't keep up worn out tires
And he asked me Where you wanna
a song about them
Hometown boys
Yeah, they got my back and they got some dirt on me
They got some secrets I know they're gonna keep
Yeah, we're all
Talk to him everyday
Even though he's oh-so-far away
And every night I lay in bed
And hug the pillow where he laid his head
And in my dreams
He'll hold you by your hand and set a rock to stand my sister you are blessed
He's The Ancient of all days The One who never change
But bringing all
old
Only 364 days to go
Max got his bike
I swear, that kid
He's got it parked right by his bed
Jenny sure loves her puppy too
I'm not sure just
All my favorite metal songs make the devil seem cool and sick
He's scary that Beezlebub, he's spooky and he's slick
So evil on the cover of Holy
No I'm over it
You stay on my mind
You stay on my mind
Like an old sung rhyme
You stay on my mind
You stay on my mind
Like a famous song
You stay
life
The love of my life
You never leave when the song is over
You ride or die til the end
You're the love of my life
You're the love of my life
My life
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
nigga who does as he must
Dodging pines, landmines, and rust
Buildin, Stackin
Always, Packin
Climbin, North
No, Abort
This is what I wanna do (My path
strong sleep walking through the song
Bitches acting crazy they want us to take them home
DJ on my line like I got him on the phone
He lookin like fame
The lonely highway was his home
Father told him what he used to be
"Don't bring scandal on my family." (he said)
Friends were always right on time
Oh no,
that cunt and his friends
I give thanks to the Lord to whom the victory belongs
All my enemies are pissed to be hearing this song
Who is he that
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
My hands on top of a mountain
My feet half submerged in the sand
The sun, it echoes in sessions
A cry that crumbles the land
Her eyes are envied by
song
But I wake up wishing you would walk around the corner and just say something
You know baby I got shaked up
Now the path I'm walking on is a faith
Falling for the creep the body leech here he comes
Vicious hypnosis, a clenched fist saying it's wrong
To want more than a folk song
Underneath
the days go by)
And I see my future in his eyes
So if you see me smile all the time
Its cause he got me mesmerized
Say he wanna love me, love me, love me,
Excused tardiness
Last guardian ain’t shit
Till he seen tits on a bitch
Out of spit out of spite
Kill a brotha on sight
If he fucks with my kin
In the dead
the old photo boxes
They only have a year cause their name disappeared
At 4 o'clock I sneaked out to see
What my parents bought for me
Like usual I will
president no more
What President Kennedy give us
Old Reagan's took it back
What President Reagan's [sic] give us
Old Reagan's took it back
He cut off
broader
Brik by brik buil a Master
Every day a likkle laughter
Energy a likkle brawta
Wi move likkle faster
My life mi a author
Di journey wi after
Anytime
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