Lyrics:
gon' win
It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again
At the Dem
Yeah, aye
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y'all better
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
again
I got the recipe
So please just let me in
Don’t do no achy breaky heart
Get left out in the dark
Or blinded by light
On a weekend at the park
Do
the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say
(gill/johnson/nash/o'toole)
This wasted land is gone now and
Swept away , swept away
Better not let the side down
Whirlwinds of time
We can build
other thing he'd ever say about it was
He never did see Robert Johnson again
Well, the old man died a few years ago
And the note he wrote was the last
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you
he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you anymore
(Let it play!)
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
Now you say it's the end
Oh, but I think we can start over again
Just to think of the time
We were mellowed by spices of love
Let's not pretend
This
Our testimony (we'll be singing forever)
We'll be singing forever, amen (yes, sir, let's say it again, going to the top, y'all)
Thine is the Kingdom
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
my love apart
You said you've always wanted someone just like me
You let me down, baby, you set me free
Whether it's wrong, or whether it's right
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Dip teeth, so
to get out of this bind
Realize that all life's not your bitch now
I see it see it repeating, I see it see it repeating, I see it see it repeating, I see
it again
Let it burn, let it burn
We'll never see it again
Feels like I'm running out of options now
There's nothing more I can do
So I'll pour
Killa
This that harlem music right here
This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip set
Uh, uh
You know
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
Good morning Mr. Johnson/Good morning Antoine
Remind me again how long you've been gone
Serving my country/Two tours in Iraq
If it don't get better
cin't no hook
Lets get the story straight
On just one take
Listen if you got skills
Let me hear that shit
But if you wanna kill a show
You gone need
to the club so you can get with some hoes
Lets go!
Made it to the mall, hoes thick
Listening to 'Pac screaming that's the shit
Getting geared when this
of the quest
Right route Gladys west gps
Guiled by the throne
Watch what I own
Harpo productions
Ride along
You get a car you get a car
Do it for the crowd
James
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