Lyrics:
Cam3, LaTreezy & Izaya]
Where the fuck did everyone go?
(Winds blazing, raging!)
How did I end up all alone?
(Darkness overtaking!)
Where the fuck did
First skipped message sent Sunday July Thirty-first at Three-Twenty PM
Wuddup homie
Hey give me a call back when you get this, man I need a little
off my clothes and started to cast lots
The pain of the whips were like bullets from a rifle
Three times denied by my own disciples
Nailed to the Cross
something Awor
We dey eat something Awor
Come see we dey flip something Awor
I go by the name Okesie I be rapper producer y3 faste naame
Inbame k3 insquad33
Mi vida sin tu amor será
como un camino que no sabe donde va
sólo un recuerdo del pasado
una historia que ha llegado a su final.
Mi vida
Mi vida sin tu amor será
como un camino que no sabe donde va
sólo un recuerdo del pasado
una historia que ha llegado a su final.
Mi vida
do it by yourself, try it with me (it's like)
One, wah, wah
One, two, three
One, have faith, know you believe
Two, you need to pray, down on your knees
Written by: Roland Nsiah Asare, Kelvin Kwabena Bonsu, Wendy Akomeah Gyasi
Intro
[Whyte empire]
likkle henney,likkle palmwine
[Maxi Made on it]
Big
As a young guy
It’s sad to say I am sad guy
But due to the system
We live by Matt 6:11
3ye Awerehosem
Loner
Adeakye na ma dom
Obiaa ne hopes
I
know am the best
My flow bhal Johnny sins
I'll be here for better or worst
Y'all niggaz hate
Y'all wanna be us
Tara
Khasni devise
3lach
Hit baghi nsovi
The dream of a shadow of smoke
"So is every man. he is born in vanity and sin. he comes into the world like
Morning
Mushrooms, soon thrustling up
by one
Two by two
Three by three
Call them by their number beng beh deng
Mi say one by one
Two by two
Three by three
Call them by their number
Hold
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
at the dock by 3
There's no return from where we'll hide
So drift away with me
Gather your thoughts all inside
Meet me at the dock by 3
There's no return from
too, so I made a song you can sing along to
And it goes like this
One, one, one thoughts are manifesting
Two, two, two baby why you stressin'?
Three
Triple Nostalgia
One, two, three
One too many memories
Triple Nostalgia
One, two, three
One too many memories
Triple Nostalgia, triple the pain
forever girl
Why would lie to me
Well there goes my one day of sobriety
Got to start again like this amеnds my sins
I've done a lot of wrongs
It's the еvil
Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought of heaven, without the fuckin' rules
Seven deadly sins all
shrives the mariner of his sins
The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
shrives the mariner of his sins
The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
And and even your Mom and her family too
Called to build a ministry
Infused with poetry ironically
Because Schuller gave me an award for a poem in grade 3
I
the fact I'd lack my sweetheart
Our relationship is 3 parts, without Him we would depart
Like De Barge, you remember back in the eighties
Or maybe I'd be
just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
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