Lyrics:
It's time to come away, my darling pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, darling pretty
And I need you darling by my
She sloppy the toppy the head
I'm screaming fuck 12 and the feds
I take away yo soul for the bread
Gold
Eagle
Grim
Reaper
Soul
Stealer
I kill you you
Gimme, what's owed to me and I ain't trying to be friendly
Shootin' for the Stars but never burning upon re-entry
Gimme my Olympic pool in the yard, filled
the Iceni:]
In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with
a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in
hungry.
Dad, we want to eat some bread today.
Hungry, hungry
We are very hungry.
Dad, we want to eat some cake today.
If only I could have
one full meal
'm stackin this bread
To the muh fuckin ceilin
They call me the baker
How I cook up this milli
Take care of my fam
That's a very good feelin
I live by a code
last song
Broke my hand still rolling up with my cast on
I'm in New Zealand with Mussie now
Pulling up hopping out spending bread
She like my car cause
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
mean that it's gold
Stay strong never break never fold
Won't stop till they call me the goat
Imma grind till I get to my goal
Hard work I ain't selling
has finally called for me
I will not wilt upon its stage
But you know still smaller than my nightmare
Now do I print upon the page
And do we have
tried to marry Juana
So pass the pastrami and asparagus, mama
I'm lunchin', 'cause in my area
If you got bread, you better break it or we sharin' ya
I
are these hoes in my cell
Water that hoe like a pail
Pussy like silk
Gripping my dick getting milked
Hop off my hilt
Lean back, I saw what I kilt
A vote
he can work it out
And then I come through
I'll lift my hands and shout
Put your hand in the hand of the man that stilled the water
Put your
on top of gold, we mine the black out of the coal
Whoa, inhale that shit, oh no
I swear I've had it up to ear, now I listen no more
Conditioned by your
As I think and I contemplate
Things that I could fabricate
Ways that I could fornicate
Moving on my water skate
Looked but never saw my fate
Must
The thesis will persist
As any good thesis visit its case for instruction
I must get this off my chest buzzing
The Antichrist is not me and it is you
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
water
And my conjured bread
And now my pants are rockin out
some kinda mystic thread
Frostnova your ass
and pyroblast
Until you end up dead
So when you
or at least the rest of us claimed
Wrought, my name is wrought
And I'll take you down that spiral path to reap the roses that had not fought
Wrought, they start
heart
Bang pop, no, stop, I hear him scream my name
I approach him by the ocean body motionlessly choking
As I look down upon the twisted face I had slain
peace that rests upon my eyes
Can't wait to see the night when the stars come crashing in)
I've been drowning under water
Taking all the blame
And you
your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line
the time I'm in the studio
I cry while I'm recording
How my life unfolded strikes a chord
Eroding my composure
After growing up and noticing
The boat we in
Or the piece of the pie cause I flow like water
Drop food for the mind, what I'm doing with my Time
Making music and producing, making Improvements every night
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