Lyrics:
know what I've sacrificed (Yeah)
Realize recognize
Six shots on your head (Brrr)
Big shots don't be scared
One shot and you're dead
Smokin' pot in my
Jesus
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Jesus
Nail-pierced hands are holding mine
A crown of thorns has freed my mind
Sin cannot exhaust, the grace shown
powerful force in nature
We speak godly wisdom and make foolish your propaganda
It's Foul ground no foundation for my feet
I surrender into the rock I
bip-bopped on (bip-bopped on?)
Back in the days, yeah, they took my songs
But if I get back, then I could live like that (Facts)
See, we don't cry over
Those school girl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank
Those school girl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.
UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball
HK: We only live to kiss your ass.
B: Kiss it? Why, we'll even wipe it for you.
HK: From here on in it's easy street
P: Any bars on that street?
B:
now.
Butlers:We'll do your nails and rub your feet.
Lois talking:Oh that's not nessa--Oh, my
Butlers:We'll do your homework every night.
Chris
ugly?**
Maid: It doesn't matter, dear, your rich now!**
MB: We'll do your nails and rub your feet!
Lois: Oh, thats not nessa- Oh My!**
MB: We'll do your
to make a decision
To come up in they house and live
When will I drive a BMer takin' my clothes to the cleaner
How can I know
Will I forever be
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Hey, hey, hey, feet to my pain, you give wings to my fear.
Your peace inhabits my blood. Your love is thick.
[Chorus]
I can't live without it. I
Waist high weeds hide a forsale sign at the drive-in where my innocence died
With a rusty advertisement dangling by a nail says popcorn and pepsi for
unknown
Pleather beach, metal chair, shoes on in my underwear
Stole a wig, rental hair, bruises like a soft eclair
Roll it big, mental snare, lights are off
Wake up in the jungle all I see is dreams
(Rise early and I start my day
With a quick run, by the park estates
Me and big bro, the crowded estates)
(Lost
grind I go get it and plus my rhymes is prolific
My mind is to be respected reflect the times that we live in
Don’t want the shine I want listens aint
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon
And move it around
I follow recipe over on sesame
This time the kid psycho Les'll
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
nothing but love, for my niggas living lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I, think I got
for my niggas living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got
in some chlorine
Black sheep cannibal the lamb, aye
Been fucked ever since I was the age of fourteen
Smokin' out my window, sneaky black widow
Never
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