Lyrics:
them sharks
Broken ankle, fucking with them Wallabee Clarks
Got them bitches still screaming my name (what up Starks?)
I'm a bone crusher, ox'll split
praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
songs (On these trap songs)
I'm a popstar livin' in a ghetto (Okay, okay)
I didn't choose the path, it chose me
One day I'll tell the world my story
I'm
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
the pleasure grows up
Life ain't what it seems, life is but a dream
Planets wreaking havoc is as constant as the rain
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Written By: DL Clark
Clarence Storm Jefferson
There you are.
EX-LEPER
Thank you sir ... half a denary for my bloody life story!
BRIAN
There's no pleasing some people
EX-LEPER
That's just what Jesus
Ran ON Home
cnd In This World, We In, We Living LIFE!
They Hate To See c BROTHER With c STORYLINE!
(K.EcZE)
My Struggle Was (PB & J With The Bread)
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan
Fantasy would fill my life and I
Love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light
I really talked, yes
check!
In a godless world abort my babies & vacuum its neck, slurp!
Genocides Illuminati force-fed by the liberal meanies!
Exorcists of God's paradigms
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my
Love song from the ghetto
Ain't no talkin to no other bitches
You patched my life up
Starting stitching pictures
About a life filled up with all my
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Can you sing at the same time in more than one key
Duets by Rossini
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
he
And Mi ha ha
Tru mi do Gyal ah weh mi do u mek u do mi dat
Tru mi do Ramping Shop
Every man gone do combination song
But ah billboard my own
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And Mi ha ha
Tru mi do Gyal ah weh mi do u mek u do mi dat
Tru mi do Ramping Shop
Every man gone do combination song
But ah billboard my own
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