Lyrics:
It's my job to provide and protect
And I'm just riding around town, with the music down
Deep in my thoughts, by default, as I'm thinking out loud
About
You thought I'd forgotten, right? It was a dream of my marriage day
Was it Freud, who said dreams are what we want the most, seeing by ourselves
looking for work I told her true perhaps on a cattle drive
But told her not my name or fame as the fastest gun alive
Taken for ransom but in the night had
your doors tight
Your momma said stay away from bad men do he right
I'ma monster in the night I'ma demon in disguise
I get high when I'm low I get high
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
Product of my environment one of them streets retired men
Ca tell by my designing it's all truth no lying
Every day is tryin to make da next better
Neck
the water fall low
They vibe at the trail rides all night
And they dance to zydeco
No, they don't know you, and they don't know me
We're dancing at the zydeco
of the night night night
Had a shitty day, get fucked up
Finally get paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Women and men
ho, there! My boys! Ebenezer and Dick."
Two young men came in the room cheerful and quick
"No more work tonight, it is Christmas Eve"
"Dick Wilkins,
plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's
CHORUS
(Oh, ho!!)
Once I
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it?
Brown shoes don't make it?
TV dinner by the pool
Watch your
lived, built by unwilling men
And the farm that's out back brings food from the ground from bloodstained soil beneath
Many a night, all i can hear is
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like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
Let me tell you bout a girlie who went by the name of Annabel
This ain't one that's for the weak so skip if you can't handle well
5'2 blonde hair
that just went by
Or like a watch in the night
You sweep men away in the sleep of death
They are like the new grass of the morning
Though in the morning
I work on the border I see what I see
I work on the border and it's workin' on me
I lie awake at night knowing what I know
There's a price
The highlight of my day, them phone calls in the night, it's the little things
The girl, she had a vibe and I liked it and
She's into photography and she's got
took flight in that dark and rainy night
Was a preacher and a deputy lying dead, two men,
A preacher and a deputy lying dead.
Tommy went back
Hornified, can't deny, certified pro
On the pole upside down (This shit for real!)
69, plenty of times to pay a bill
By day she's a clerk, by night she turn
The work divided evenly among the three men
In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays, in the span of six months
John Jay got sick after writing five
and time again
And down through all the centuries the wars were waged by men
And wasn't it a woman's place to wait and hope and pray
Oh God, I am a lonely
Wanna see his face no Donda man
I'm seeking wisdom and pondering
His exceeding greatness is more than enough
No boys to men but I'm growing up
Born for
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