Lyrics:
wants in
Not by the hair
Of my chinny chin chin
Bust down watch
Turn beast like Ben 10
Feeling like Ben Tennyson
Look at my watch glistening
(Woah)
only
It will be done by one who has shared this
Meal with me.
With a meaningful look Peter urged John to find out
Who it was
When John asked him
who rides at the head of the band?
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare
And he looks like a king in command!
"Oh, me boys, that's
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like
know her well tell her hi
And she know I'm a stand tall like I'm 7'5"
When we face to face
I'm led not by sight, you couldn't fake this faith
Now that's
to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for
to say no, they were afraid
Of being struck by the doctor whenever his voice raised
Brenda still stood his ground, Money wanted
To operate to make him look
But in Bruce's case, this went terribly wrong
7 months now and he's missing his dick
Burned to shit like abandoned lit candlesticks
They pulled Brian
each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
'Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since
through these niggas like run ways
Running laps around these niggas
I don't need a break
I got cheese to chase
He never seen nothing by the look on his face
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
know nothin' about the Maritimes?|I said 'Look b'y, I can tell buy the big spuds on the back of your rig|You must be a spud picker from Prince Edward
talk that money every time like
I talk that money every time like
Double free all up
Look
Still got killers on them corners, don't get packed up
We
like this,
This is duly respect.
And I refuse to give debt.
Chorus:
As I look at my life..
Remembering where I've been.
I may not have been here.
Cuda
Alright (Lyrics)
(Written by John Redmon, James Owens)
Performed by John Redmon feat. Da Clay
I don't care if you stay
Care less if you go
I can't
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang,
a big ol' dripping hog
Teacher walks by said fuck 'em flip 'em off
Quick first step cook 'em like they chicken stock
Breaking ankles when I hesi-, step
mate John
Said the world will end
So look up, look up, look up
Your world’s on fire
Just look up, look up, look up
Your world’s on fire
Wouldn't it be
coming, like iam
By the time I'm done, shit looks like ham
Fuck fucking you, Imma fuck your man
I'm not gay I just do it out of spite fam
Don't kill
change is so funny
Lookin' at you and you look like a bummy
All of this lean porn in my tummy
Put the double cup away, you ain't get nothing from me
235 on a slang bang
And see Ron wit a nigga for fucking A-Train
And that's deep like the minds of Minolta
Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John
in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
broke the barriers
So fuck all y'all, praise Allah
It's my perog' like Bobby bruh
Massages by Nautia
In my castle like Mario
I get in shit, my heart
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