Lyrics:
Poor Snow White was trying to fit in, and keep those little men in line.
Stuck at home with nothing on tv, then out for one or two at night
But
never judge a book by its first sentence
Damn its been a long night
Longest night of my life
Reflecting on wrong and right
Just thinking about the wrong
nights missing all the stars
All the sad young men drifting through the town
Drinking up the night trying not to drown
All the sad young men singing in
a walk with me, just walk it with me (walk with me)
Take a walk with me c'mon
And make your neck work
Now freeze (uh huh huh ha)
Here come the Men in Black
in this world and but I can't avoid it
I must get anointed, cause through this dark night
The harshest days, and longest flights
Expand my vision,
sent you
Let em come, have em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I
(Look Out) she put in work, she put in work
Dame, that girl fine, body designed, so divine
I got to grind to make her mine, by the end of this rhyme
If
man's house
He might be down, but he ain't out
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house
Every night at five when work lets out
He's a rich man
burst
Prick had my face on the wall and worse
Don't watch time its fine i'm first
Imma go grind all night and work
Pouring lines my cups all dirt
Said
Imma take your girl
And then Imma make her my little treat
When I'm having a hard day at work Imma bust in her throat
'Cause she's lusting for jerks
It
receives the chatter when his body is benumbed by fatigue. At that time, seeking distraction from the tedium of mundane work, he is nourished by a staple
faces of tasteless racists
This is basic training for most black men
Whose hymns sound like summer nights south street freestyle cyphers
Where we spit
Sleep
Mind bending strategy game. Running through obstacles on a land never ventured.
Every night. Every wake. Alone but not for long.
The signals
Young Irish men in Ulster born
Deprived of freedom work and hope
Oppressed by ruthless racist laws
That grind men down beneath the yoke
And when
Janitors and men with eighty mill
Both feel the same grief
The men at work blue collars
And the old men shinin' shoes with shoe
Polish go through the same
feel better at work when you pop a pill
Fell in love with the way that the powder feel
Every night she gon' go for them dolla bills
Weekend turnin' up
Choose the longest way to reach placid state of your life
You try to find a methods to protect yourselves
Superficially perceiving fundamental laws
of you?
All the king's horses
And all the king's men
Couldn't get us back together again
It's an eight mile trek
Towards the back of the bus
But
descendent
From David's line according to human side
The night He was crucified
We can say God died
Who, who do me say that I am (Yeah)
That they denying my
Smokey nights are coming soon
Stop by the Village Inn for a bite
Glass of water by my bed at night
I’ve seen the passion runnin high
My soul so alive.
lose herself in the mirror
When the men comes showing everything she can gain
But she’s working hard all those nights never stop,drop it, turn It
But
It's feeling like graduation (It takes time!)
Been putting in work for the longest
Last thing I'll ever need is someone's validation! (It takes time!)
Nope, it was built by the railroad men. And among these men was a man among men among men among men among men among men, a man as tall as the sky
a man
To come and try it I'm so high I can't turn him down
Heels work just as well when they're on men
I come out alone, I don't come with friends
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