Lyrics:
Hungover next morning feeling like I'm about to die
Tried to stop but failed I don't know why
It's like my mind wants to riot
Body aches my liver's already
Fortnite knock em back wit da Hammer
Glock to his head fuck nigga count to 3
Dat nigga stay M.I.A. (Uh Huh)
Bitch tryna fuck every day (Uh-Huh)
Eat up my
Every now and then I have a moment of authentication
Reveals the man inside me like illumination
Trial by fire purification
The day I die is the day
grace of three days just a cell for us giving us hell and again I see black bodies dying
Try to give an image picture perfect but you barely even gotta
the trenches where they shot the llama
This is Hip Hop pure
These beats we murdering
Like purging sin
Truth causing riots like we in Ferguson
I pray for grace
the beef I’m on a diet
Three days better say ur grace before this riot
Uh
Even with this tool, I’m still fighting
Pussy bitches
30 second round,
birthday (Yeah!)
That's right, this is the day I was born
The music is my mama, I'm the son of song
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Papoose]
Who's that with
a winter coat
You can ask me any day if I have time to save
Or be your amazing grace
But I swear I'll leave this town before I'm in my grave
And I only need
with too much info
It's just a lot I try to process on the day-to-day
Cause one day all my kids gon' be the saving grace, but
But then it's family that
day then when I get home
I want to spend some time with my man alone
DVD or some BET
Dinner for two, just you and me
Honey's at the gym playing
celebrating too
'Cause somebody gave me an E
Why would I break it in two?
I don't do things by halves
A whole E is as holy as I get
Take care of you
all day
rest my head against your chest and let time slip away
I miss them days when we used to chill at my flat
Watching dvds all day
cnd with that
and never dine alone, meanwhile back at sea level it was home by home zone for zone, bloom county's homeless riot for home ownership, I hope you put gas in
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
of the sights that leave you breathless
My life reflects this
Every day I wake up for breakfast
The feelin I'm feelin is the nexus
Blue skies and big shit
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
(is your possession)
So as I dey talk am
(Make una hear)
Chale make you no dey stress I'm blessed 3x
It's just by grace oo o
Repeat chorus 2x till end
we were in the right month of the year
But you won’t find today on your advent calendar
Because Christmas doesn’t start in November
Three days ago was
Instead of showing ads
It's hard to go a day
Without them in the way
I'm tired of these
Best on the market
FDA approved
Get your three-month trial
Offer
die in
'Cause of dying done by him, at the cross He did the buying
Ndio Psalmist nicome alive, so hii world hainidai
Na nisipowaamsha na the Truth,
.JPG/300px-Three_Days_Grace_Rock_am_Ring_2015_(18).JPG "Three Days Grace")
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