Lyrics:
was flying arms
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like George McFly
I be holdin' this
Travel ground like a motorist
for sure
I'm running out of gas and out of time
Never gonna make it there by nine
There's gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need
for sure
I'm running out of gas and out of time
Never gonna make it there by nine
There's gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo Murci-lago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we
Fascinating to watch and
In some ways have much to teach us
The rapper known as 50 Cent
(aka Curtis Jackson) would have
To be considered one
Of the more
cant sleep on a nigga no more
I cannot not cuff no ho no nigga I'm better off riding round solo
I got big stars on my neck I ain't talking George Lucas,
mano
I'm the reciprocation between Rocky and Drago
RIP to my bros Mitch Mikey and Macho
Chicken George Slim Bean most importantly Ty tho
Whoa
Still
the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants (woo)
I'm gonna take a shot
And but we'll never be truly free
me
Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya
More streets to wonder
For which it stands for cause let's get it
Cause I'ma get mine for damn sure, come
the break of dawn
Looked at my watch, it was almost four
She said, lonesome George, let's do it some more
And we reelin'
Woo
Reelin' and rockin'
I'm speaking, I'm speaking, okay?
Silent no more
The blood of our people arising from the shores
Ascending from the sand
Straight to our hands
Cut spleen, punctured liver and four broken ribs
I'm worried that he might die before I have the chance to forgive him
For the shit that he did
more cheese
I need it all I get it all
I been down till I stayed down
I been there with no help
Tell me how the fuck you felt
George Gervin I'm the ice
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
stand no chance
CHUNCE
Chants
I’m at it again
Bitch im the man
Ball like Durant
Rap like the end of the month
I owe them some rent
a milly percent
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
represent
I told my pops he don't gotta work no more
The shit that I had dreamt
Looked upon as doubt, found a way out, fuck who I'm against
R.I.P George Floyd
and Chinese who came
Looking for freedom
Till they realized America was run by demons
And I don't mean George Bush
He was a fuckin' zero
More like the Roman
Malvasia
George was a famous Duke from British islands
An obvious hero , handsome as they come
Don't even try to calll him by his titles
The night
the way I felt like I dissed her
"Wait, wait, wait" cried the pretty, young sister
She said, "Shock, while I got this chance
I've got let you know that
What space is filled with hate
When will they ever learn
Yeh we gotta do this again son
Yes one more time
Hey yo fake blood
Yo son
Ah yo jamell
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