Lyrics:
ache only gunna bring us closer
Its a war outside ill be your soldier
You can cry on my shoulder
When the world start to turn you away,
I got a place
I know it's hard to watch your daddy cry
It hasn't been easy since your Mama died
But don't you worry, we'll be alright
Remember we're a family
them or us, it's them or you
So put your finger to the names
The only cure for fear is blame
In doing so, you're doing good
There's many called who
grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned
thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy
thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy
you're alive
Both feet on the line
By any means, I will fight (for you, for you), oh-no
By any means, I will fight (for you, for you)
By any means, I
In the 1916 gone
Big Mary walked through the big top
She made a killing, she was willing
To get back free just for a bit
"Red" his name, to prod "his
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
We could party all night, night wanna spend a night, night
Will you be my type by the end of the night, we could pillow fight
Your Missy's real nice,
mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now)
I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come
enable us to easily approach You
By Your holy names, but I am so unfortunate that I have no attraction for them
One should chant the holy name of the Lord
bubba
Different daddy same mother
Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
My told me son it's time to settle down
Momma your baby's a player
not con-trol
The plasma I bleed
You will not censor
The knowledge in me
(2nd ending)
Praise Ala and proceed
Praise your Jesus
Praise your God
Inclined to design
Combine with the grind cause when its time
The truth you will find
And you'll no longer be blind
Now open your eyes and realize that death
On the ways of life it's strife, checks
And big money
So the next kid will be up on your honey
Sexing your honey
Flexing your Benz and your money
Playing you
make it big and move with wins
Keep going forward I'll make it big
They thought I won't be big
But I'm big
No remorse when it comes to the bag
Mind your
is what will pay me
So i thank you
Our sons name will be credited for college funds
I put in the support with the truth n pay with honest love
Bottoms
will be remembered
By all your little children
Yes I do mean by your brothers, children and your sisters
They'll be shouting my name and screaming
at who i will be
Hopefully next drizzy thatll keep me busy
Drive down through I-65
Take me to indy ive got time
Cause im clearing up thoughts in my mind
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
hits
Spray the water right through your lips
Wing your arms like Finn Balor
Reach the stars in a big battle
Beat the odds or be battered
Spit bars -
[mia x]
See niggas be screamin tru like it's the new thing to do.
But tru is the way of life nigga.
This ain't no motherfucking fad.
Mama mia, big
same pimping
Open that door, the car pedal
Get pushed on sports mode, came with it
Do what you want, subliminal post on the net
But don't put my name in
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