Lyrics:
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
The belief that a land will rise
And of glory be our dome
And hand of God will lead us home
All aboard kissed by the iron fist
We are sainted by
on the casket, we ain't romantic (yeah, yeah)
But this a message to you, please stay out my business
I just went and seen the jeweler, had more VVS (bust)
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry land
Now with the high
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
Hey, who I'm is?
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
Who I'm is?
Call me trouble man, always in
Watching it all slide
And being with my mother
By the oceanside
In the wild outside
Wild outside
Wild outside
Oooh
In the wild outside
Wild outside
Wild
On this land where we belong
Surrounded by the northern lights
On this land where we belong
Beneath a starlit nights
On this land where we belong
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin'
they hate me aint love me fuck'em all
standing by my self praying to lord
gave me this grace but i want more
i wanna rise up and sit on the moon
deep
in
Saddle me up and lets begin
I am a wild one
Tame me now
Running with wolves
And I'm on the prowl
Show you another side of me
A side you
as nice as BIG
And I'ma jab at his __ like some spicy ribs
[Swifty]
Well it's you true ganz man
This is yo last chance to test yoself
Vou get dumped in
it's a righteous train?
Woah oh oh, oh oh oh (This train)
Hear me now
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh oh (This train)
Toast by Nicodemus
Musical disc call "Jah
(murder murder murder) by the roadside
In a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us, looks like they'll try again
Wild boys, never lose it
Wild boys,
have the land where you standing at
It has you
This balance has to stay true
Greeny jungle
Wilderness
Where the wild things are
A beast gon be a beast
away
There stood Leon on his land with a shotgun in his hand, his eyes narrowed 'neath the brim of his hat
He said â??I've worked hard on this land
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
A cigarette that bears a lipstick?s traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
any comrade i can do this on my own, aye
Will live my own life in a motherfucking place called...
Land of living dead
Land of living dead
Land
wanna hang around the in-crowd
The cool kids aren't cool to me
They're not cooler than we are
So aye
We brought our drum and this is how we dance
No
I went so insane last night I don't Think that I'll ever forget
I woke Up in a tub with some brain on Command yeah I suck at being Romantic
Yeah she
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
Hoes’s tryna take advantage (take advantage)
I want a phantom (phantom)
Iced out Patek (ice ice)
In the back with a bad bitch (bad)
What’s more romantic
I
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