Lyrics:
hey, keep on running
The next hill going up is done by lifting your strong feet
I say hey just go for it
The ease is rising through my spine
Spirits
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus
And I close my eyes
And I think God for all of the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For
you my heart then you better treat it right
If I give you my time then you better spend it right
Let's go hit the bed Imma have you feeling right
Let's
grant my wish
Put you in the hills inside a Benz does that hit
Tell me this ain't something that you dream about
Fuck a picket fence I need a beach house
get taste (yea yea)
All up in you today (yea yea)
Breakfast in bed I don't play (yea yea)
Hills and lingerie babe I love lace
Making love to tracks
Yeah, walking through valleys
How many lost count of my tallies
Tryna give praise to the Son, but I cannot see him while stuck in the alleys
Maybe I
always come back to them
We don't play by the rules
Quick hide under the bed
My day her night
Like heroine
We lied we played
We never paid the price
It's
trouble, I see death
See the red dots on my head
See the reaper by my bed
Bout to take my final breath, yuh
Father please forgive me for all of my sins
I
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
it, 'cause that's the life out here
A lot of niggas, be livin' real trife out here
I got my own place in Bed-Stuy
Known to many others, as Do or Die
Sleep by myself, it's the way it's always been
Got a king size bed, with some monsters underneath
I don't even charge my phone before I sleep, no one
You're still a ghost inside my head
Inside my head
Hell I was wrong
To ever let you in
Hate waking up from dreams with you inside my bed
Oh my god
You
pool
table and the worlds most comfy beds. Its run by Rita and Peter known
by all in the showbiz land, and everybody likes them especially our band.
me a story, is that okay?
A story to take me far away
Right from my bed, right through the window
Over the hills, then over the rainbow
Some place with
Who's all in your bed?
And last time I checked, I did the same shit
Fuckin' these hoes, touchin' my flows
Her perfume scent, buffin' my clothes
nigga
Pass the weed (Pass the weed)
All these rolls in my pocket
What you tellin' me? (Tellin' me)
All these bowls in the truck
They think I'm sellin'
come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill
In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by
Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
Hills
Wanna talk about me in my place
You could never take my place
And I want your girl no disrespect
She's in my bed not my DM's
Hope I wasn't
stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was
a 4 bed semi man I'm after a castle
I'm not in my bag I'm loading, poaching and zoning
No caller ID why keep phoning
Spare me a moment
Deny my
walk
I’m Reading my paper leave these niggas in shock
Sittin by the bed shawty waiting for a call back
Gotta maid Ordering a mf Maybach
Do a drive by
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