Lyrics:
In it's sweet embrace
And made me what I am today
Just an old sinner saved by grace
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
When I stood condemned
to this day (free)
R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave (P)
And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today (bah-bah)
Abracadabra his face
Quavo
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling
on drugs, you can't kill cocaine
Bait that they wanna put yutes in cage
Am I built like this? Are
You built like this?
Or tell me, do I just feel like this
kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
I get feared looks, but I live 'round here
My house right next to yours
But I still get
the people coming in the club
And they still arrested us for performing in front of adults!
What is this? Is this not America?
This is not China, this is
the very reverend Freud
You were the manual orgasm
I was the dirty little boy
And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By
to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord"
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy
Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
the same old ground
Don't know why I'm still around
Lord knows that I shouldn't
The things I regret
The things that I couldn't
Pile up on top of me
So heavy
for what it's worth that I've evolved
Evolved on a few issues we had
Or better yet, that I had
Like, I don't think we have to live in different houses
Shoulders, Knees and Toes
My body belongs to the Lord
It's temple of the most High God
And He moves in me, He lives in me come on
Head, Shoulders, Knees
what's going on on-uh
Nelly
What's going on 'cross seas
every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got mommas crying out please
My
And she lived by those words
Even on the day; of her dying bed
So, I'ma share this gift that You've given me
Even if it means me making enemies
Lord, I
this attic's house
But no one has ever met them or fully seen them
The residents of the larger house act as though they do not know
This house in
to live with (Uh)
Thinking bout my past give me sickness
Lord have mercy I'm a sinning man
Picking up my old habit's once again
Still taking criticism from
when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing [?] blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until
face
I loss my voice
That was my heart
That was my soul that I poured into music
Yet I was still blessed in so many ways
It took me years to let this go
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
food that
Is really really trash
I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage
Live performance of PILOT
I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses
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