Lyrics:
[Talking:]
Yeah, This Dedicated To Canada Man
The Whole Up North
A Lot Of People Don't Realize How Cold It Gets During The Winter
But Listen...
't what I felt when I wrote this
Wanna Disappear hocus pocus
As time goes by, you don't know who gon ride
Your day one changed up and you don't know why
He
knows who's next
Living a life with no regrets
Learn to take it slow, relax
Don't you put yo heart in a ho, get checks
It's a cold world, I'm still
tryna' come between my team
Oh, no, I don’t like those
You can’t fuck with my team
My circles virgin tight ho
Tell my haters Cheerio
My circle’s tight like
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my
on to Lisdoonvarna, for the music, the courtin and the craic
cnd Black is the colour of my true lover's hair
It's a long long way on a wing and a prayer
If I could
been
Hey, when you look at me, baby, my god, how I feel so good again
I don't know where I went wrong, but it isn't right to lie
Hey, when you look
We're together even if we don't survive
They pulling up ooouu we got them by surprise
They brought us down now it's time to see us rise
There intruders
let you know how I feel on the phone
We both got lovers at home but we should't tell them
Don't be afraid baby let me know
If you want to get sexual
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
Friend
He loves in spite of all our sins
So I'm stepping by faith and not by Sight
I'm going forth boldly and be the Light
And don't let fear stop you
Hey
Lovers' Leap
Walking across the sitting room
I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motor cars
Fades in
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah ah ah ah ah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Oh
Hey yeah hey
Ho
Ho oh oh
Ho oh oh
Emm
There’s a wall that stands to separate
Black,
'Cause the game that you bring
Is defenseless and useless
Hey yo, I learnt a long time ago
Don't be a race lover
(Ho) , Columbians gotta go
When I was
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
celebrate off the D"usse
She say im B.I.G. I like it juicy
And what ya dude say
We don't care we don't care
You can see the vibe blessed
Say a prayer say
of the morning sun
and she wonders if he really had to go
or did he just turn tail and run
He promised that he would come
but she don't wait by the phone
because
to break like me
Let this be my prayer, that another doesn’t buy it as reality
I’m done being plastic, don’t you nail me to the wall
Keep up the theatrics
We've been hanging by a prayer since the first pair of dice have been thrown
But you don't go tempting fate, it's just a thing that's universally
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